Madonna/Whore Complex (part 7)

[Heywyre]

Well the past two days have been straight from hell.

It started when I got a phone call (at 12:30 am - which is always a bad sign to begin with) from the police asking me if I was Heywyre, to which I replied I was. I instantly thought H was in an accident because he had left for work just about an hour earlier

But then they said is "@@@" your brother, to which I said "please tell me he's ok"

To make a long story short, my baby brother (45 years of age - some baby eh?) tried to commit suicide by pumping exhaust into his car, after he had taken some sleeping pills.

There are a number of spin-offs that compounded this situation but the main one is depression. He is still in hospital being assessed and will most likely be there for at least another week or two (depending on how he responds to the medication). They are giving him a new one because, obviously, the last one didn't work (celexa).

The hospital is a 1½ hours drive from my house (if you go at 1 am like I did Tuesday night) but sometimes close to double that during rush-hour. I didn't get home until 11 pm Wednesday night so needless to say, I was exhausted and, wouldn't you know it, it was my first day on the job as an employee where I have been doing contract work for a couple of months (however they were EXTREMELY supportive even if I did feel guilty).

I went back to the hospital today and they are taking him out of the PAU (psychiatric assessment unit) and putting him into a "normal" psych ward tomorrow (thank goodness, wow there sure are some real nutbars there)

They are also considering transferring him to a hospital closer to where I live, which would be nice.

So after two very, very long days, numerous phone calls to his employer, his good friend, family etc I will be hitting the sack at my regular time which will be very welcomed. I still have to find a way of getting his car from in town back to my place (as it sits accumulating storage fees each day)

H and I have also talked about having him come live with us for a while until he is back on his feet. He's my favorite sibling so that shouldn't be a problem (of course that might change if I live with him huh?)

H was VERY supportive of the idea and even suggested it might help him if he can talk to H, knowing he understands what my brother is going through