for those of you who have been following my last post.... you know the drunken screaming pissed off rant because I can tell he's drinking, pissed because I'm pissed, pissed because I cancelled dinner plans, pissed because I left the scrub brush in the shower stall, silent treatment because I called my son to come over to help diffuse escalated anger.....

Skipp ing the details.   I get a phone call 20 minutes before clock out time from a shaky needy blubbering man who says he has to cancel his emergency kidney doctor appointment ( non compliant diabetic) because he is " all fucked up." Thinks he's having a hypoglycemia event. Threw up. Sweating profusely. Frightened, etc. ( I'm a school nurse ) so I tell him to take four glucose tablets. I grab my diabetes emergency kit and go home. ( because although he needs to be responsible for himself.... you can't let him die ,    Can you? )

i get home all his vital signs are normal blood sugar higher than expected so probably not  low blood sugar. He starts to perk up I put him to bed. Who the hell knows???? 

This morning I run out to the bagel store and leave him breakfast. He's being nice enough.

 I just got a phone call.... he locked himself out of the house ( inside garage door which we never lock) just called me to yell at me why did I lock that door and he does not feel any better. I hesitate for a moment deciding how to answer and he starts screaming. DONE hung up. Fix your own problems asshole.