(Sing the title to the Beatles tune U.S.S.R)
So I'm blogging from my phone as I sit in the ER waiting for a Dr. Kalas (unfortunate name no?) to come in and drain an abcess in my brother's arm.
Monday, I basically lived an episode of Intervention except without the cameras or the addicts being able to get on plane and get into rehab.
This intervention will be ongoing and exceptionally difficult.
I'm tired but hanging on to hope. Unfortunately there are two addicts to deal with...I'm not sure how all of this is going to play out and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared and frustrated and angry about the situation.
But l love my brothers. I hope they know this.
So I will sit in the ER and be here for the draining of the cysts...and whatever else may lie ahead.