things have been pretty status quo lately, so even though there has been minimal craziness (both good and bad), I've neglected to post. Now though...we have some serious drama.
D did a FB check-in at a local music venue on Sat night, about 12:30. Then, 3 hours later, did another check-in at the local hospital. He's no stranger to checking in at the ER, mostly for attention, I believe. But, this one just made me think twice. I didn't see these check-ins until Sunday morning. About 1 pm, I decided to call the hospital. They were able to tell he was there, but referred to him as a "silent patient" telling me they couldn't give me any info. I started to get anxious, so sent his brother (also an attorney) a text, who then called and tried to get more info, but couldn't. D's phone was off.
About 3, I realized that Sierra (our dog, living with him), was going to need help. I sent him a text, which was delivered, so his phone was back on. I asked if he was in the hospital, no response. I told him if I didn't hear from him, I was going to pick her up. No response.
I started calling J, who I hadn't talked with that day, since he was home with his son. HIS freaking phone was off. I gave it an hour, tried again. Still off. I started calling every 15 minutes. Compulsive, I know, but I couldn't stop. I sent him an e-mail. No response. I NEEDED him to go with me to pick up Sierra. I was afraid what I would find in our condo. I didn't want to go by myself.
Thankfully, I was able to find a sitter, who I asked to come over at 7, thinking surely J would be at my house by then. She ended up coming early, about 6, and I STILL hadn't talked with J. Phone still off. I was actually pretty pissed at him, although didn't have much reason. He finally called a bit after sitter got there. He said his phone charger had been in his car, and he and O had hung out inside all day. He was ridiculously apologetic, but I was so upset, with him and the situation in general, that I pretty much hung up on him.
So, I called the hospital again, confirming D was still there (and that it was safe for me to go to condo). I got there, and Sierra wasn't there. I texted D, asking him where she was. No response. What the FUCK. WHERE was my dog? His car was gone also.
I went home, completely baffled. Where was she? Sitter is actually a friend, and her husband is a cop., who happened to be on duty. She called him, and we were able to figure out that no paperwork had been filed on D or his car from the night before. I don't even remember why it was important, but friend suggested I call the hospital again and find out how he was transported there. Did he drive himself, go by ambulance, police, etc.
I was again met with "he's a silent patient." I finally had the clarity to ask what that meant. It means that either he or his dr had given orders that he was not to have visitors, talk to anyone, or let anyone know he was there. I explained the situation, that I was trying to find my dog. I told her I didn't want any info on him, just to know how he had gotten there so I might get a clue where my dog might be. I mentioned the ER and she said "oh, he came through the ER? they might have more info" so she transferred me. A very angry nurse answered the phone, informing me that her shift of staff had only been there an hour. I again relayed my story...trying to find my dog. She took pity on me and looked him up "oh yes, here's here, hold on." the next person to answer the phone answered "observation." that's when it all made sense to me. At this hospital, they have an observation unit within the ER, for mentally ill patients. Things became more clear. I explained my story again, and that I didn't want to know anything about him, only how he had gotten there. She transferred me again and I swear the phone rang for 5 minutes. Finally, someone answered and I spit out the story AGAIN. I could tell she put her hand on the receiver so I couldn't hear, and then I heard him. "Tell her to look behind the Pageant (bar he had been at), and my car is there." Then, I screamed "and my dog is in the fucking CAR?" The tech/nurse was clearly upset by the situation, but simply said yes. I told her I needed the car key, and how could I get it. She let me know if I came to the ER she would get it to me.
About that time, J called to say he was on his way, asking how he could help. I told him what was going on and then HE lost it.
Sierra had been in that car since at least 12:30 am, and by this time, it was after 8 pm. Neither of us discussed worst case scenario. He told me he'd go to the car, and that I should go to ER to pick up key. I asked what the point was of him going to car and he said he'd bust the window. I told him that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He was at my house within 5 minutes and off we went.
When I got to ER the nurse went back to get key, told me he didn't want to see me. Fine with me.
J and I were both on edge during the short drive to his car. We found it, pulled up next to it and nothing. You could feel the freaking tension, and then suddenly my sweet girl's head popped up in the window. Luckily, he'd had the sense to crack the windows. Also luckily, I don't think it broke 80 degrees that day.
So now, I have inherited my dog back. He is going to have to prove himself ALOT, and I'm not sure he can do it, if he has a chance in hell of getting her back. i tongue in cheek joked with J that this might give him incentive to come see his children.
So, the mystery is still unsolved. He drove his car to the bar, which was actually within (far) walking distance of condo. He took her with him. Guessing maybe, that he expected to have a drink or two and leave...but why take her at all? He clearly was taken by police or ambulance, since his car was there. Bar fight that needed medical attention? BUT, if he was as drunk as he was to take her to the bar, he was in no shape to fight so that's probably not it. passed out, hit the floor, they called 911? Also guessing that his BAC was so incredibly high that they refused to let him go home. Most likely being detoxed as we speak. When I heard him Sun night he had that voice of being sober, (which I haven't heard in FOREVER) and knowing that he was in a shit load of trouble. I've heard it many time.
I still have his car key, and condo keys, so he will have to let me know when he is discharged.
So, that's that.
