ihavebeenfloated

I spent a bit of time this weekend visiting Tim in the mental hospital again. I saw her both on Saturday and Sunday. Saturday was initially depressing because she was making herself out to be a lost cause. She flip-flops a lot between, “I wanna get out so I can get spun!!” and “I wanna get out so I can hang with you and be clean!!” and usually there’s a greater predilection for the getting spun part. But after a short episode of that we had normal conversation. A few things were said that made me worried but, eh.

Yesterday was worse because she was actually trying to manipulate me at one point. “Wouldn’t you rather I hang out with you and get high, than be out on the streets?”

I just called her on it, “You’re trying to manipulate me right now, Tim.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah you are. That shit isn’t going to work on me.”

“Oh, haha, weird.”

So yeah it’s not going too well. She called me earlier today and told me her court date is not until tomorrow. I suggested I’d pick her up if she got out early, as in today, and she could hang with me all day til I take her home and maybe hang with me and some of my friends. Then her mom called me last night and told me Tim promised to go to school with her every day (Tim’s mom is a teacher) and be a good kid and blah blah, and then goes and tells me she can hang with me all night and, well, yeah. Playing both sides.

I just got a call right now from the Orange County Public Defenders Office, or something, and the lady straight up said, “I’m calling because Timothy has applied for a writ and she is wondering if you can vouch for her that she can get out, stay at your home, and you can take care of her and make sure she takes her medications.”

At which point I’m just like, “Holy shit. Did you really just go there?”

And she says, “Yes, it’s really out of the blue.”

“No shit it is.”

And then I paused for a really long time while I wrestled with the gravity of the situation until I found my anchoring in reality and said, “Yeah, uh, no, I can’t possibly be responsible for that.”

And she just said, “Well thanks for listening to me,” and that was that. I think she was happy I said that.

There is no way in hell Timothy should get out of that hospital tomorrow. Or for a long time. Or ever.