Yesterday I was still feeling bad. J was out of town and so it was supposed to be quite.Our neighbor called on Sunday and needed a ride home from work. She got off about 20 minutes after M gets out of school. On our way home from getting her, we were in our sub-division and on the corner were 4-5 teenaged boys standing over a boy laying in the rocks off of the sidewalk. Now this was the 2nd time since we've lived in Las Vegas that I've seen someone in trouble lying on the sidewalk. All I wanted to do was get home and plop down. But I pulled over. I asked what happened and the boy was unconscious. I asked his friends if he took anything, tried to shake him. No one called 911 yet because they said they didn't have phones. WHATEVER! None the less the boy needed help. I called and only 1 boy stayed, the rest disappeared. I followed the instructions that the emergency guy was giving me. The ambulance was on they way. Everyone gave vague details to what this name was what happened. It was decided that he had a seizure. He started to come to and a different boy showed up, he said he knew where he lived and would go get his mom. As soon as his mom was there (freaking out, I would be too), the other kid that was giving me limited info was gone. Nice friends, just taking off. The kid that went to get his mom blurtted out, "He smoked spice today!". Wow, what is that. The ER guy explained to us what it was. So that was some excitement that I didn't want. M and I hung out and rested.
I spoke with my attorney today and she gave me some hope about my meeting tomorrow. But she said that they rarely ask for a representative payee. Nice, that makes me feel good. She also said that it may be because something in one of my doctor's notes. She didn't seem to really know what the letter meant though, so I guess the Federal Government likes to keep things a secret. She said we'll just keep our fingers crossed. Aaaahhhhh!
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