So difficult child has been her miserable self. Sleeping a lot, only getting up to eat, not showering, etc. Same exact cycle I saw when she was here using. Saturday morning I go to change the wound and difficult child refuses to get up to let me do it. Starts telling me to leave her the f alone, get the f out, etc. I calmly tell her that I will file a 5150 on her if she refuses medical care and my friend says, let's go for a walk. So we go outside and she tells me that she and difficult child hung out last night chatting and that she showed difficult child A hole's new girlfriend's Facebook page (she is always posting about how happy she is and how wonderful A hole is) and said how angry difficult child was and that difficult child was texting the ex all night telling him off, etc. So, I am a litttle more understanding, go back in and difficult child lets me change the dressing but is still venomous. I leave and when I got home, I texted my friend to ask difficult child if she took her antibiotics. Well, all hades ensued after that. She started screaming at my friend the way she screams at me. My friend told her to pack her things and leave. She did not sign up for that and will not be treated like that in her own home. I can't blame her - not a bit. I told my friend to please call the police. I would rather have difficult child in jail than a drug house. My friend won't. difficult child posts a public apology to us on Facebook and asks that we go look at it. Okay, friend is going to give difficult child one last chance but if she talks to her like that again - she is done. I go there that evening to change the dressing and difficult child is much nicer. She called herself a bad name and said no wonder no one likes her. Then she had the stupidity to say it was the antibiotics that were making her that way. I told her let's be very clear, it is not the antibiotics, it is the dope. Still had a couple of moments where she started to get ugly, but calmed quickly. I go home to spend time with husband before he has to leave on business. Sunday morning, I get up for my run and text difficult child that I will be over as soon as I am finished. As I knew would happen eventually, difficult child texts me back that she is not home and that she changed it already. I said you can't do that by yourself (she probably could reach, but I doubt she would). She says she had a friend help. I call BS and I make the decision that I am calling her surgeon Monday and telling him that she is uncooperative. I told her to let me know when she was back home so I could go change it. Then, later in the day, my friend asks if I happen to know where difficult child is. My friend went out the night before and didn't come home until yesterday afternoon. She came home and the place was an absolute mess and difficult child was gone. No note, nothing. She, of course, was very angry and said she was done. Asked me to come pick up difficult child's things or she was putting them outside. She told me that she doesn't know how one prepares themselves for their child's death, but that difficult child was going to die and difficult child did not care on bit. I do know this and I think I have come to the conclusion that I will end up burying my child before she turns 21. I texted difficult child and difficult child says my friend threw her out the day before. I explained that she was giving difficult child another chance but not now. difficult child will not tell me where she is or where she is staying. She claims she is changing the dressing herself. I told her if it is not changed, the dressing will dry out and stick to the wound. The skin will start to grow into the gauze. She could reach it, but I don't think she is changing it herself and I don't think she cares that she will die. She has been calling and texting back and forth with the ex since she took off from my friend's house. EVERYTHING revolves around this man!!! My friend wrote to the new girlfriend of this man yesterday and told her ALL. So I am sure there has been a lot of drama over that one. She told her how her wonderful boyfriend has been going to meet my daughter, sleeping with my daughter and shooting up with my daughter. She is so far gone. That thing in her body is not my daughter. It is a monster. I will probably never see my daughter again. I am convinced she will die soon. How do you help someone that refuses help??? I am going to call the surgeon today and tell him that I do not know where she is and if she is caring for the wound. I am hoping they can put a hold on her. At least it will be 72 hours without drugs. But how can I have this done if I don't know where she is?? This spiral is just so unbelievable. I am watching all of this unfold with my hands tied and I don't know what to do. Does anyone know if being non-compliant is cause for her to be held??