I’ve had this goal for quite some time and I’ve told everyone that we are going to celebrate when I can make it an entire week without having to go to the hospital, jail, court, detox, or have the police come to our door.
Scratch today off the list. We woke up to Ken sleeping on the back porch. He has a hugely swollen and bloody upper lip. He says he slipped and fell and hit his mouth on the ground but I have my doubts. He put both his upper and lower teeth through his lip. He needs to go to the doctor and get his lip stitched up.
Jesse got up this morning with a broken foot from something that was going on last night. He says he stubbed his foot on something running through the alley (in the middle of the night) but that doesn’t make any sense that he ran into something with his shoes on and broke his foot. He didn’t break his toe, he broke his foot — the big bone behind his big toe. He can hardly walk. Jesse needs to go to the doctor.
That’s enough drama for the morning right? Well, not quite. Jesse has decided that he wants to distance himself from his gang past and last night he removed a tattoo from his arm that signified his gang rank and affiliation. He has a 3 X 5 inch section of his upper arm that he scrapped all his skin off with a knife deep enough to remove the tattoo. It looks so painful. I convinced him this morning to let me put some antibacterial ointment on it and cover it.
Today I will be bringing both Jesse and Ken to the hospital. Tomorrow I bring Andy to the doctor for his broken hand. Because Andy slept all day on Monday when he got out of the hospital it messed up his sleep schedule. I keep telling these guys that nothing good happens at night. They need to be home. Last night I prayed that they would have a rotten time running around outside in the middle of the night. This is the second time I’ve prayed that Jesse has a rotten time. Breaking his foot was a rotten time. The last time I prayed that he wouldn’t have fun he got pistol whipped, got in a fight, got arrested, and was sitting in jail within an hour of the time I prayed. I told him I had prayed that he wouldn’t have fun and he couldn’t understand why I would do that.
