The Lovely Harvey calls in tears.
The Boy is in an incoherent rage. He's screaming obscenities. He's throwing things. He's hurting himself. He's screaming threats of further violence at Grandma.
She doesn't know what to do. He's been like this solid since 1400. He's taken five (5) [FIVE!!] clonazepam's and isn't even slowed down, normally two would knock his ass out for 12 hours (or more).
I am 35 miles away.
I am prohibited by law to make the 15 minute drive (Corvettes are fast) to get home and help.
I tell her to call 911.
She has and the deputies have been out and he's doing his second Baker Act. 72 hours mandatory this time. Harvey is inconsolable. She feels like she's failed him and they're going to take him away to a "never see him again" institution. It doesn't work that way. What he's going to get is a full evaluation outside his normal environment. With blood work fresh from his raging! This could be the missing key to getting his meds in the right spot. Fingers crossed.
The deputies got to see him at full steam this time. I feel guilty thinking that this cannot help but bolster my pending case.
I want to know why he suddenly nosed dived behavior wise since the new year. It just doesn't make any damn sense.