First of all let me apopologize for not being on the boards much lately. Things here have been insane, and it has been all I can do to keep my sanity. This could be long, as it will be easiest to understand if I start at the beginning. 12/17 I took husband to the hospital as I suspected he had od'd on his pain medications (accidentallly I think) and had aspirated his own salivia. He had, he had pneumonia, and was admitted to the medical floor. He has had in the past several episodes where he passes out (for lack of better term) and we have seen every possible specialist with no answer. He had one of those episodes at the hospital, I called the nurse in who called the doctor. They thought it was due to him having too many narcs, which it could have been. Next thing I know the charge nurse (who I took care of as a pt on surgical floor) is asking to speak to me outside. Said she was going to be upfront and honest and asked if brought husband any pain medications from home. I said no, I flushed the ones I found. She said she was going to have to ask me to leave and that when I visited that there would have to be a staff member in the room. I get that, did not offend me. At this point husband was waking up, went beserk. Thought someone was yelling at me. Ripped out his IV, was cussing and swearing. They called the code for an out of control pt. (now remember, I work at this hospital). He ended up leaving AMA, and I refused to take him home. He stayed at a friend's. 12/17, easy child called him and could barely understand him, he could barely speak. She told the friend to take him to ER, friend got me on the phone and I said the same thing. Took husband to ER, they had to narcan him twice and he was in the ICU overnight. Had very serious double pneumonia. Tried to get him into psychiatric hospital and then to a treatment facility, he refused. I left him there on his own, but he did not leave AMA. 12/21 He called me and said he was going through withdrawals. I took him to the ER, he was completely honest with them. Said he would go to psychiatric hospital or to secure psychiatric unit in the hospital or straight to treatment. There were no beds locally, I asked social worker about treatment centers in other areas and she said she knew nothing about them, that we would have to check on those ourselves. He was sent home with clonidine for withdrawals. I let him come home, and he seemed to do ok. The last few days his attitude is worsening, and yesterday morning I went through his text messages and he was dealing pills. I told him last night he either goes to an inpt treatment facility or gets divorced. At first he said divorce, and I went and got his bags and starting packing them. I told him for me the easy answer was divorce. He stopped me and said he will go. We have an appointment at 1pm at a facility 4hrs away, and am waiting to hear from a facility 3 hrs away about insurance stuff. If he backs out I will divorce him and kick him out. I am a nervous anxious wreck. It is 5:40am here, and I took a klonopin an hour ago. I will do what I have to do, but it is so hard, the waiting for things to happen. The kids want to go with to take daddy to treatment, and I think they are old enough to make that decision. So they will go with us. Could be interesting as the roads here are a mess due to the weather, so lets hope everyone plays nice on the long drive to wherever we end up.