My son called me today and from the git go you could hear anger, animosity, and belligerence in his voice. "The staff here is a bunch of effing b'es. I'm on effing isolation (he's contracted MRSA) and nobody even effing told me until I came out of my effing room and they made me effing go back. And they won't give me an effing discharge without a secured placement in an effing treatment or rehab center." Whew!! I gently suggested he try to calm down and perhaps not drop as many f-bombs. His response was "Well if you don't like me saying "eff" then I'll just let you go and I won't call you anymore. Is that what you want?" i said "Of course not." "Then what's the effing problem?" (I sighed inwardly.) I (still gently) reminded him that he's where he is because of what he did and because he needs help. His response? "You know what, I don't have effing time for this. I need to go." And he hung up. (Doesn't have time? He has such a busy agenda going on there in the hospital?) I called back and asked to speak to a nurse or case worker and I'm waiting for a return call. This is just one more nail in the coffin of his being allowed to come to my home for anything other than to pick up his belongings. I have three possible theories: Maybe he's going through withdrawals from the meth and/or the pills he swallowed the other night. Or maybe the ex smuggled something up to him and he's using. Or maybe he's just being a jerk because he's not being treated like royalty. Regardless, I don't deserve and won't tolerate that type of disrespect. I admit, I drop the f-bomb on occasion but it's usually for emphasis and/or out of frustration but not directed at any person and my sentences aren't peppered with them, every other word or so.