He was upset again and talked about how he didn't know what he'd do yet....how he was scared last night. He'd slept in the Walmart parking lot, and how hot he'd been, and how he couldn't close up all the car windows to be safe, since it was so hot. He did ask if we could help him out tonight (think $ for motel room),...and I said no,...and we agreed to text or talk later on.
From how he sounded, I didn't know if he'd make it through the day at work,...feeling as sick as he was. In fact, him being so sick made me wonder if he had been doing something else instead of coke,...not that coke was anything remotely o.k.. He kept saying that he didn't want to at all do anything negative anymore....that he regretted so much what he'd done, that he really does want recovery, which is why he wants to go back to the sober living house as soon as they let him on Monday.
So....he did call today after work, and was feeling much better physically. He really still thought that it had been from being in the heat from Thurs. night 'til Sat. morning...who knows. Meanwhile, he was calling me from the mall there. Since it had A/C, it was much better than sitting around in his car. And, apparently, he was able to plug in his cell phone in some outlet he'd found in the mall....swell. I told S,....D's currently a vagrant...ugh.
The bright side for him was that a girl he works with had told him he could sleep on her couch tonight,...so he was quite relieved about that. Don't know what he'll do all day tomorrow (no work) or tomorrow night. But, at least he knows that we won't pay for him to stay somewhere. I told him about the Salvation Army lodge and that there were other shelters too, but didn't give him any phone numbers or specifics.
So that's the latest here. When he was a little boy, I sure never thought that I'd be referring him to homeless shelters, but this isn't the first time that I've done it either.