Latest text: "I'm in the ER." Of course he doesn't elaborate, and of course whatever happened hasn't affected his texting abilities. So I asked why, and he shared that he had taken some cap off of his truck after it overheated and burned his "whole arm" with a gallon of boiling antifreeze that gysered. Me: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. JT: it's the worst pain I've ever had. Two hours later . . . JT: Could you give me a ride to my truck? I don't want to ask Grandpa to drive in the dark or the rain. Me: We're over an hour away shopping for school supplies for your brother. JT: Ok I'll find someone then. Me: Can you call one of your friends? Otherwise you can get a cab. JT: Most of my friends went home to see their families. But I have a few. It feels so unnatural not dropping everything to help him out of his latest crisis. I can't help but wonder if this is going to be another prescription pain medication situation followed by time off from work and more free time to drink. That's a friend of his dead from drunk driving, an accident, and an ER visit in less than two weeks. He is accident prone because he is so careless and impulsive. Combine that with drinking, and I'm just worried sick about him. I just tired of the constant negative drama. My hubby says if we don't set boundaries, JT will ruin our health and well being. I know he's right, but that doesn't make it any easier.