Monday, October 19, 2009

Crazy, insane phone calls in the middle of the night

It's 9:30pm and Craig and I kiss each other good night.

12:45AM, the phone rings. I jolt awake, afraid--

It's B's roommate, I realize. He sounds out of it.
"I'm worried about B", he says?

"What? What's wrong?" I shriek back. I hear C bolt upright and awake.

There's a pause-- M says "sorry, I shouldn't have called".

The line goes dead.

I lay in bed, heart pounding.

The phone rings a few minutes later. It's M. He says my son is hallucinating and acting weird. He sounds loaded/drunk, to me. I ask him if B had used anything. No, he says, he had a couple drinks with M.
He starts to prattle some crazy stuff to me, and says that B is asleep. I hear call waiting, but M is yelling to B to wake up! I hear him pleading with B to respond.

C's cellphone rings. It's B's dad. In the meantime, M is telling me a crazy story-- something so wild that I can't even talk about it for fear it might be true.
I see C getting dressed. B gets on the phone, and he sounds out of it-- like he's been sleeping. He says he wants to go to a meeting... I tell him I'll come get him.
The line goes dead.

C and I drive to B's apartment at 1:05am. I call B and he answers his cellphone. B sounds coherent and fine. He says he's sorry I got called. He says there's drama going on, but he can't talk about it. I ask him to come downstairs so I can see that he's okay. Instead, he leans over the balcony, with M and they both appear okay. B says he's sorry I got a call in the middle of the night. He reassures me that he's okay.

I call B's dad, who is on the brink of hysteria. He wants me to call the paramedics. B's dad says that B had called him earlier to say he's going to drown himself in the river. This reminds me of when he OD's on his Kolonopin.

I tell B's dad I can't force B into the car.

We get home at 1:15am. I lay awake until about 2 am, visualizing giving this to God. It's more than I can handle.

It's 5:20am, and the alarm goes off. I jump, and realize I have to go to work. I'm exhausted. I call B. No answer. I pray.

It's 6:45am and I'm driving to work. I call B. No answer.

It's 7:20am and B answers the phone.

"B, are you okay?"

"Yes, mom."

"What the hell happened, last night?" "M was talking crazy stuff."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"Are you at work?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I just want to you are are alright".

"I love you, mom".

It's 4:20pm. When I get home, I'm making a light supper then turning off the lights by 9pm.

I need to sleep.

Please, God. No more calls in the middle of the night. You are watching over my son.
I pray this is all part of your plan.

Mom

11 comments:

Madison said...

Debby, my husband and I lived this. My heart goes out to you. This doesn't tend to go and on and on. Something's got to change. I will pray for you.

SCote23924 said...

I'm so sorry....I can so relate to your fear...the middle of the night phone ringing, the praying, the effort to give it all to God. I will pray for your son. Your blog helps me. I have an 18 yr. old addict son, who's currently out of our house...this time not even kicked out,...don't even know if he'll be back here tonight. You are strong and you're helping others.
Lori

Prayer Girl said...

In order to maintain my sanity I had to turn off the phone next to my bed. It wasn't easy, but I did it. There have been a few times I have turned it on, but that is my decision to make.

God bless you and your loved ones.

PG

Athena said...

Just an off-thought... do you think "M" reads your blog and is maybe reacting or trying to get a rise?

Sorry you are going thru this

~hugs~

Debby of Oxycontin and Opiate Addiction: A Mother's Story said...

Thank you, everyone.
Athena, no, M doesn't know my blog address. My son knows I have one, but he says he wants it to be mine. He doesn't know the address.
One day, when he's more mature, I hope he will read the blog. In the meantime, it remains anonymous and none of his friends know the address.

Her Big Sad said...

Debby, I am praying that you and C (and B!) have a peaceful and restful night. I can relate to much of this...

Mom of Opiate Addict said...

I also know that feeling of the late night call, the moment when you stop breathing for just a second (feels like forever). I am sorry you had to go through that. I also started placing my bedroom phone in the other room. I keep the phone on, but I can't hear it ring...it helps me. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry for all the drama. I do hope he's okay and he's not just blowing it off as if it's not a big deal.

You, C and B's dad have evey right to be worried.I would be too.

hugs, MH

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

Oh Debby! I am so sorry. I hope you can sleep peacefully tonight. This is the kind of nightmare that makes me say "thank you, God, that my son is in jail". I am glad you have a loving husband by your side. I am keeping you in my prayers EXTRA tonight.

Lou said...

My reaction is--what would B do if you called him in the middle of the night with crazy ramblings, and he had to get up and drive to your house to see if you were OK, and then he had to get up early to go to work and when he called you to check on you, you just said "forget it, it was all a mix up."

Just sayin'

Cheri said...

Oh Debby,

I am so sorry you and C and B's dad are having to experience this. Those middle-of-the-night calls just undo you; I've been there.

All of you - B, B's dad, you, and C - are in our prayers.

Cheri and Wayne