Well, yesterday I went to visit the client I had mentioned in my previous blog. It was actually good to see him. I haven't seen him for about 7 years (he was in prison for 6), and he still had a big smile and a hearty handshake for me.
He told me that he'd been diagnosed as bipolar while in prison, and he had been given prescriptions for lithium and several other drugs whose names I can't remember. He said that the drugs had done wonders for him, and he felt clear headed, maybe for the first time in his life, once he had started taking his medications.
When he got out of prison he went to see a doctor at MHMR (Mental Health and Mental Retardation services) who concurred with the prison's bipolar diagnosis, but could not supply him with medication. My guy couldn't afford to buy his meds, and he couldn't land a steady job because he was a recently released ex con. He worked some odd jobs doing painting and construction, but couldn't hold down anything steady. He couldn't afford his treatment.
Anyway, the guy goes back to doing coke after he's off his meds for a couple of months because he says that the coke makes him feel better. I'm not saying that doing illegal narcotics as a substitute for prescribed medication is either a good idea or that it's completely justifiable, but I do think that it's understandable, especially in the absence of other realistic options. I gotta keep this guy from going back to the pen for another 6 years.
Ooops. Christian is here, my office playmate, and he needs to use my computer to play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Crap. One of my clients just called and told me that her boyfriend came over and beat up her and her sister. I told her to call the police, and she said, "But I don't want him to go to jail."
I told her that he needs to go to jail. He's an asshole. He's a superasshole.
She kind of laughed and said she would call the police to make a report, but that if her boyfriend asked her why she called the cops, she's gonna tell him that she did it because I told her to. Great. Bastard'll probably burn down my office.