[Rasta Monsta]

For perspective -

My wife is a drug and alcohol counselor who has been working with one client in particular for many years, a particularly brilliant but troubled attorney.

On many occassions, my wife found herself going to this woman's condo to check on her after getting a call from a judge about a missed court appearance, or a concerned client about unreturned calls, or whatever. So, yesterday, after another call from a judge expressing concerns about this lady's problems, my wife and a colleague headed over to her place. When they got there, a week's worth of newspapers was piled outside the door, and nobody responded to her knocking. A neighbor came with the key, and my wife and her coworker went inside.

The lower floor was littered with scotch bottles, and upstairs they found the client on the toilet where she had passed out from another drinking binge, and died!



My wife is being quite brave about it all, and doesn't blame herself, but DAMN! Can you imagine how she felt? This woman was a good person who my wife fought for years to save, but she couldn't rescue her from her addiction. . .and she came face to face with the result, death.

So, if you hated your day yesterday, maybe it wasn't so bad. . .

rasta

[BWX]

Wow Rasta, what a crappy thing to have happen to her. Hope she's feeling better now. Of course she knows this, but it isn't at all her fault- if anything your wife probably prolonged the client's life and gave her more of a chance than she would have otherwise.

[Nacht]

Try going face to face with 16+oz. of lumpy, old lactaid. Never in my life have I had such a "crappy" week - quite literally.