Tomorrow is the court date and I am getting so nervous.  I am thinking of my son 24/7 -  I know because everytime I'm waking up from my slumber - I realize my mind is racing about this whole situation.   T-Man finally came home, actually before dinner, and sat down with us and had a delicious, warm, and cozy spaghetti meal.  My once finicky eater lapped it up (spaghetti has never been his favorite) like he hadn't eaten in days (which is probably true).  After dinner he stayed for evening.  I read in his IM (I think he forgets I read them now) that he was up all night because of the drugs he took.  I may be nervous about court but the help can't come soon enough.  I hope we will see some action.  Yesterday we received a copy of the letter the drug counselor sent to the judge.  Since this is a pretrial, I guess nothing really happens, except this letter may expedite matters.  Something has to be done.  He can't go on like this!  ** I will admit though, since the counselor recommended inpatient but a locked up facility, I am a bit uneasy as to what that means since rehab centers do not have lock ups.  I can't get a clear answer from the counselor.