Ric called about an hour ago. He says he was rushed to the hospital last night because during his intake interview his blood pressure, which was being monitored, was spiking higher and higher. Ric has high blood pressure but refuses to take medication for it. Now he has been placed on medication. He says he will discontinue it once he is out of there.
He didn't mention much more of what it was like there since I told him I was not able to get into the mailbox today and he is worried I will not be able to get his credit card bills and pay them with the prepared checks he has left. My key, for some reason, didn't seem to want to open the mailbox. I'll easily get this fixed since we have a spare key incase mine is defective somehow, but, of course, the worry-wort he is, he was fixated on this issue during our short phone conversation. Apparently there is a time limit on calls.
His speech seemed slurred and he mentioned he was tired because of the blood pressure medication. It seemed to make him forgetful as he couldn't recall some simple details during our conversation.
Meanwhile tonite I made American Chop Suey (macaroni, ground beef, spaghetti sauce and chopped onion...a real no-brainer meal), sucked down a six-pack of Killian's Irish Red and am sipping a bottle of Pepperwood Grove Cabernet right now.
Should I be in there with Ric?
I kinda envy the fact that he will have no excuse to NOT quit drinking.
He'll probably loose a good amount of weight due to less beer-supplied calories and mediocre institutional meals.
As mentioned before in a previous post, and supported by personal experience of a past recovery effort by Ric from his life-long friend Scott, Ric will likely become more of a ravenous zealot once he is released, and I'm not too looking forward to that, for sure.
It is a bit lonely without him here. Very quiet!
I think Ric doesn't really realize how much I actually do care for him.
I think I'll make a greater effort to make him aware of this when he returns.
He didn't mention much more of what it was like there since I told him I was not able to get into the mailbox today and he is worried I will not be able to get his credit card bills and pay them with the prepared checks he has left. My key, for some reason, didn't seem to want to open the mailbox. I'll easily get this fixed since we have a spare key incase mine is defective somehow, but, of course, the worry-wort he is, he was fixated on this issue during our short phone conversation. Apparently there is a time limit on calls.
His speech seemed slurred and he mentioned he was tired because of the blood pressure medication. It seemed to make him forgetful as he couldn't recall some simple details during our conversation.
Meanwhile tonite I made American Chop Suey (macaroni, ground beef, spaghetti sauce and chopped onion...a real no-brainer meal), sucked down a six-pack of Killian's Irish Red and am sipping a bottle of Pepperwood Grove Cabernet right now.
Should I be in there with Ric?
I kinda envy the fact that he will have no excuse to NOT quit drinking.
He'll probably loose a good amount of weight due to less beer-supplied calories and mediocre institutional meals.
As mentioned before in a previous post, and supported by personal experience of a past recovery effort by Ric from his life-long friend Scott, Ric will likely become more of a ravenous zealot once he is released, and I'm not too looking forward to that, for sure.
It is a bit lonely without him here. Very quiet!
I think Ric doesn't really realize how much I actually do care for him.
I think I'll make a greater effort to make him aware of this when he returns.