How much more does it take?

The kids and I have been down with some kind of virus since late Sunday night.  I'd like to find whoever gave us this bug du jour and kick him square in the crotch.  Em had her flu shot, so that's probably why she's got it the least of the three of us.  So while Kasia and I lay on the couch moaning about being sick and how horrible we felt, and how we were getting tired of tea and toast and trying to keep our insides where they belonged...on the inside.  Em went to her dad's for the past few days.  he was off, so it was ideal.  She had more of a cough/ache/sinus thing.  Kasia and I are sick from head to toe, but tummy and bowel are the major points right now.  (TMI, I know.  Sorry about that.)

Today Em was at Mike's (well, for the past few days), but he sent her home this morning after he called her into school.  It's Wednesday.  And Wednesday is his day with Linda.  Linda's kids were at school and her husband was at work and pooooor Linda - I'm sure she didn't know what to do with herself.

At any rate, after telling him that she was really upset with him, because he was DITCHING her for Linda, Em came home, settled in, ticked all over the place (her anxiety makes her tic - Wednesdays, whether her dad and Linda are mentioned or not, still set her over the edge most weeks).  He said he'd call or text Em when he got back and she could come over again.  (So basically he ditched her for "coffee and breakfast" which everyone else reads as "quickie.")  He never calls.

So she calls him, goes over, and I find out later that Linda was over there, with cupcakes, and they both basically ignored Emily - sat and talked, while Emily sat there and read a book.  And she came home, because he had to sleep (had to work tonight), and whatever...

So apparently Kasia went over, asked what his problem was, why he would ditch his sick kid and go out with Linda, and he got in an argument with her, saying Linda is just his friend and he doesn't have to explain to her because he doesn't answer to his kid.  Nice, eh? (I also didn't know this until later.  Whatever.)

So later, about 3 p.m., I text him and tell him we're out of milk, please go get milk for his kids.  He texts me back to send the kids over (meaning both of them) to get his.  He never says to send "them."  He will always say "one of the kids" or name one of them. 

About ten minutes go by, Kasia calls me in a panic, and tells me to get over there right away, with Emily, and that she called the police. 

Apparently he OD'd on clonazepam. 

Kasia tells me that she got over there, and knocked, and opened the door (their usual routine at their dad's apartment).  Mike called her into the bedroom and she hollered to him that she didn't want to (while still in the doorway).  He told her that it "may be the last hug" she'll ever get from him.  She asked why and he wouldn't answer her.  So then he said, "when it's all over, don't cry." 

She thought he'd been drinking again.  (His AA site closed down and he hasn't found another one yet.  It's been a couple of months.)   He said he hadn't been drinking, but sure sounded totally hammered.  He said, "I'm dying," and she said, "What the fuck did you do??"  All he could mutter was "pills" and she immediately called 911 and then me. 

We made it there at the same time as the police, and I told them where to go, that Kasia had called me.  She is a royal mess...blames herself for "not caring enough" or "not giving him another chance." 

If he really wanted to kill himself he wouldn't have asked me to "send the kids over" for the milk.  I'm glad I didn't send Emily.  She's enough of a mess.

So now they've transported him to ECMC and I called his work, called his friend and left a message, and told a few other people.  I have yet to call his dad or his sister.  I don't really want to.  Not to save him embarassment...I could care less if he's embarrassed.  But honestly, and I know it sounds really mean, but now he'll have all these people rallyng around poor ol' Mike with the mean ol' bitch of a wife, and the kids are dragged into it all.

I can only assume CPS will get involved.  There's no real paperwork as far as divorce or visitation set up.  It's all verbal agreement and the fact that he doesn't live here anymore.

And I knew it would come to this...or something like it.  The paramedics were floored at the amount of meds in his cabinet.  I told him to get rid of the ones he doesn't use, but he's a hoarder. And the fact that he's noncompliant means that he's just got loads and loads over there of unused meds - Vyvanse, Symbyax, Triplix (cholesterol)...and of course clonazepam.  He has only ever taken the clonazepam regularly...and overused it more than once. 

But this...this sickens me.