Queen to Be had to have her wisdom teeth taken out.  They broke through the skin in two day's time.  I was out of town working for an egotistical attorney -- who managed to get on my last nerve.  So, Queenie helped us out and took Q2B to the oral surgeon.  4 teeth at once, sedation, and pain pills.  Percocet aka Oxydodone.  Not Oxycontin, which is her drug of choice.  Mr. Honey was home early and he had a good day with the three of them. 

I, on the other hand, was glad I was out of town and that Mr. Honey had to deal with all the stuff I normally do.  Makes him appreciate me more. 



In case you missed the solitary tweet, Q2B was cited again two weeks ago for possession of weed and a pipe.  Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.  She was riding dirty on the passenger side.  Driver was stopped for no tail light, and cops did a dog search of car.  Found small amount of weed and a big ass pipe in her purse.  Stupid.  Stupid.  Driver was not holding.  Her attorney warned her that if she got into more trouble, he would not represent her.  So back to court on Monday for her and she will ask for a public defender.  I can't help her with that.  She's well aware that she could be put on supervised probation and serve some jail time if she violates probation.  And now, she is legitimately taking pain pills because she is in so much pain. 

Backsliding

My last post was about visiting a second rehab for Q2B and getting her lined up for outpatient rehab.
All seems to be going well.  That is, until Mr. Honey opens up his online bank account Saturday afternoon and sees a check has cleared.  A stolen check, written and signed by Q2B for $30.00.  Yes, after traversing around with her to rehabs, attorney's office, and showing all the support we could muster, she steals a blank check from her dad and cashes it.

She does this on Friday after we get home and cashes the check on the same day.  Devastated to learn this.  Thought we were past the stealing.   $30.00 will buy her a 30 milligram Oxycontin.  Didn't know this, but apparently those pills sell at $1.00 per milligram.  

I've put the word out to some of her drug buddies that I am onto them like white on rice.  I'll turn every one of them in for selling drugs to her or smoking pot if I get their names.  She did tell her attorney that the people she was getting the Oxy from is a couple, a man and woman, in their early 30s.  What a shame that they are selling drugs illegally and ruining lives in the meantime.

Whether she remains in our home now is unknown.  Mr. Honey thinks not.  I, of course, don't know what else to do but let her live here.  I'm against it, though.  Ready for her to get on out on the street and roll around in the mud until she is ready to change.  When I confronted her about the stolen check, she denied it.  Denied it when the evidence is right there black and white with her signature!  

I'll tell her attorney about it tomorrow.  I know he is going to get her case postponed until she goes through rehab.  I am going to ask that he ask the judge for not only outpatient rehab, but supervised probation through the court.  I'm thinking at this point the only thing that is going to help her is jail time.

Momma Honey has the sads today. 

The truth unfolds

My sweet daughter, Queen2, is at least starting to be honest and truthful with us.  On Wednesday, she drops another bombshell that not only does she have a misdemeanor citation for drug paraphernalia, but that she also has a misdemeanor citation for shoplifting.  Shoplifting for sweaters?  I ask why, why, why???  Oh, and that she was to go to court on Friday (yesterday for book and release).  Not a lot of time to get that taken care of, but because I have friends and a good reputation in my line of work, I found a criminal attorney -- one of the best in Tennessee, I might add -- to get her shoplifting case postponed to the same date as her drug paraphernalia date.  
Then it occurred to me that one of my friends since 4th grade was married to a criminal attorney.  Call in a favor?  I did.  He immediately agreed to help Queen2 and charge us nothing.  Zilch.  That's a good friend.  The first attorney I spoke with cut his fees in half for us, $7500 for both cases.  How can a drug addict pay that?  I refuse to pay it for her.  I'm footing the bill for rehab.  So thank God for this friend and her husband who will be helping with her case.

My requirements for Queen2 are 1) Rehab.  Appointment on Tuesday for assessment.  2) Supervised probation, so she has to be accountable to someone besides me and her dad.  3) Community service, if possible working with drug addicts.  4) Honesty and truthfulness from here on out.

Every day there is a new truth unveiled.  Last night she tells me she is still using because she is afraid of the withdrawals.  I've done a crash course on withdrawing from Oxycontin and it's not pretty nor a pleasant process.  I hate it for her, but have no pity.  Maybe going through the horrors of withdrawal on her own would be a good experience.  Guess we will know more when we go for her assessment next week.  Maybe they will put her in a detox program for a few days.  

As her parents, we are not mad anymore.  We are hurt and disappointed.  Our daughter is a beautiful and smart girl.  She has been an extra in several movies and a stand-in for an award winning actress.  Think Alice in Wonderland.   She has a career planned in the medical field.  But as she has been told, who would want their nurse to be hooked on a drug that controls them or might steal their pills?  With an addict, you just never know what will prompt them to do wrong.


I am worried about her.  I love her.  I want to help her, but I cannot fix this.  It's hard being a Mom and watching your kids suffer.  Heck, I thought acne was a problem.  That I could fix with the help of a dermatologist.  When she was getting Xanax through a walk-in clinic, I reported the doctor because he was giving scripts to many of her friends.  I tried to fix that.  


Addiction is prevalent in our families.  My father was an alcoholic.  A bad one.  I smoke cigarettes, addicted.  Mr. Honey's father was an alcoholic.  Mr. Honey smokes cigarettes.  That is our worst addiction, but addiction it is.  It's hard to quit, especially as you get older and know that you are going to die from that addiction if you don't stop.  Mr. Honey takes Tramadol for back pain.  I did not know this, but that drug is just as addicting as Oxycontin.  Now when he doesn't take one, he has these aches and pains that are signs of withdrawal.  Who the hell knew?  


Getting old isn't for sissies.  I've heard that time and time again, and now see what is really meant by that.  I blame doctors for a lot of the drug addiction in our society.  Pain management gets people hooked.  So many younger people, ages 20-30, are on Ambien, Xanax, Klonopin, antidepressants.  It seems it is very easy to get these drugs as the majority of doctors are more than eager to prescribe these drugs.  "Take this and call me in six weeks."  I had a nephew-in-law that committed suicide.  He left behind two of the best kids to deal with his suicide.  I am sure there were other reasons besides depression, but he wasn't followed up properly when given his antidepressant.  People lie to their doctors all the time.  I see that crap in my jobs.  I see and hear people who take these medications because they are in pain, and now addicted to the drugs given for the pain.  


When I was in my 20s, I don't remember any of my friends being prescribed antidepressants.  Sure, we smoked a little weed.  At the time, you could smoke weed and cigarettes in concerts.  Burn that Bic for an encore!  Laws and the times are different now.  There comes a time in your life when you have to move forward away from those things to become an adult and hold a decent job.  "Back in the day" there was no drug screening, per se, for jobs.  Nowadays you can't get a job in some occupations without being screened for drugs.  


I feel sorry for the youth of today.  I really feel it for my son, The Boy, who is 15.  What is life going to be like for him in 10 years?  So much has changed in our world and society.  How do we keep them on the straight and narrow?  


I've run out of words.  Thank you all for your support and kind words. 

Recovering

Christmas hell has passed, thank goodness.  Queen did change her phone number, but has "allowed" me and Mr. Honey to have it.  Queen and Queen-to-be still not speaking.  Hate each other.  I think there is some serious unresolved jealousy issues there.

Did make it on the 26th to see my Mom because the weather turned bad, but my son and I are making that trek today.  There is nothing to do at my Mom's.  She is 85 years old, has macular degeneration but remarkably lives alone still.  Son will be very bored, so he will be reading a lot.  That's a good thing.  I encourage reading for all!

Hope anyone reading this had a better Christmas than I did.  I can't wait to have grandchildren so I can teach them all kinds of shit to take home and punish their parents.  heheh