This is a picture that Bubba texted with the message:
This is why Weed got thrown out
Certainly looks like he punched it a few times, huh?
So I guess this is going to be yet ANOTHER reason why she isn’t going to pay child support.
BTW, my response was “.. I could care less”
Anyway… so just to keep y’all in the loop, Weed wound up coming back to the house yesterday morning.
He’s like Alfonz, the cat.. stays out all night and then comes in in the morning wanting to eat and sleep.
But anyway.. yesterday he comes in and he’s sitting on the couch moaning and whatever because his tooth hurts. Like, REALLY hurts.
So I come out from my bedroom and ask him what his problem is.
His reply?
I’ve been trying to get to the hospital for three days and nobody will take me because everybody hates me.
My reply?
What are you.. like FIVE?
I made myself a cup of coffee and asked him where he went last night because if MY tooth was hurting THAT bad, I would have spent the 5 bucks and jumped on public transportation … since, it’s like.. a DIRECT ROUTE to the nearest hospital. But that’s just me.
He didn’t reply because HE knows that I know.. y’know what I’m saying??
So I told him we’d drive him to the hospital but we weren’t going to sit there with him. He’s going to be 22. Time to man-up.
Did I mention we had a blizzard? Oh.. well.. we did. 18 inches or something. So the car had to be dug out. Chief and Weed went out while I was putting my snow gear on and as I was walking out, Weed was walking in. I asked him where he was going and he was all huffy saying, “… I have to shovel snow and then read a magazine.”
I laughed because he was referring to being on his father time schedule and not his.
We finally get in the car.. drop him off at the hospital.. and went to the super market to get some things. He was in and out of the ER a lot faster then I thought because as soon as we walked into the kitchen with all the bags, we had to turn right back around and pick him up.
There really wasn’t anything the ER docs could do so they gave him a script for antibiotics and for 10 Percocets.
WONDERFUL!!
Give the junkie his drug of choice.
They also told him to get oil of clove. That’s like the OTC Miracle of Miracles for toothaches.
He’s making these remarks under his breath about not having any money to get the scripts filled and I ignored it. I asked Chief where we can get oil of clove and he said at CVS. There was one close by so we pull in and park. I didn’t think Weed was going to go into the store but he did. AND went straight to the pharmacy counter to find out how much the pills were going to cost .
I found the oil of clove and that was like 8 bucks for this really tiny bottle. But Chief agreed with the doctor.. this was the shiznit.
I go to the pharmacy counter where Weed tells me that the Perc were going to cost 12 dollars. I ask him how much the antibiotics were and he said he didn’t ask.
Well OF COURSE NOT!! DUH!! What junkie would want antibiotics???
I tell him that he needs the antibiotics more then he needs to Percs because it’s the infection that causing all the pain.
He tells me he disagrees.
Well OF COURSE HE DOES!! DUH!! What junkie is going to pass up a legal script for Percs??
I don’t think he appreciated how loud I said that.
I ask the pharmacy tech how much the antibiotics were going to cost and she said 20 bucks. I tell Weed that he has really good timing when it comes to him needing prescriptions filled. It ALWAYS happens when I’m close to broke. He apologizes but I know he’s just salivating over the Percs.
I tell the pharmacist to fill both scripts because 1) I have a plan and 2) I’m not as dumb as I look. I also tell Weed that I’m going to hold the pills and will dole them out solely based on the doctor’s order. He’s fine with that but I know he knows that his FATHER never follow through with what HE says and that he thinks he’s going to walk away tonight with a bottle of Perc to either swallow at one time or sell.
Heh. Silly boy.
Because I know that I have arthritis aspirin for my dog that looks JUST LIKE Percocets. I also think that it’s good to have antibiotics in the house since I don’t have health insurance and am prone to flus and virus’ and stuff.
I know.. I know.. I’m bad. Emailing me all you want.
So we get back to the house.. he does his oil of clove thing.. I give him an antibiotic and the Perc placebo and guess what he does?
Puts his jacket on and heads out to God knows where.
Like I said, he’s just like the cat!
He came back at around 10.. slept until around 2 this afternoon.. got up.. wanted more pills.. and then hit the highway again.
He’s back now.. has been back for oh, 3 hours or so.. and guess what? Hasn’t asked me for his “pills”. I’m sure he’s gotten the real stuff from whoever during his travels but I have to admit, I giggle when ever I think about how stupid junkies really are!