"You can take those tank tops and shove them up your a**!!"

So yesterday a miraculous thing happened. After I got Hailey ready and off to the bus stop the other children were still sleeping.. so I climbed back into bed at 8:30. I thought I would MAYBE have an extra half hour to sleep but I didn't care, I hadn't gone to sleep until almost 3am. Well when I woke up to the sound of Elijah fussing in the other room I glanced up at the clock and it was 10:20. Mind you, my clock is always 10min fast, but STILL!!! I was so excited I leaped out of bed in the best mood I'd had in days. By the time I left for work I was so energized I didn't even need caffeine. Rare, to say the least.
But then I get a call from my boss at work telling me that everyone on swing shift has to come in early. I can't since Chris doesn't get out of work until 3, and usually makes it to my work just in time for me to not be late. But it set a tone... this was going to be a long day at work. But I had no idea.
I walked in to everything in the girls hall in giant garbage bags. LICE. I put my hair up and proceeded, with the help of my coworkers, to bag and tag all of the girls belongings and blankets. Then disinfect all of the mattresses. Kara, an awesome lady that I work with, had the lucky job of shampooing and picking out all of the lice and eggs from the girls hair. I should get that girl some flowers or something. Anyways, that was only the beginning of my night.
I had the craziest admit of my life. I walk in to the admit room to an 18 year old girl yelling obscenities into her cell phone cursing inpatient, a sweet little white haired grandma, a very sad and worried mother and a two year old girl with a binkie in her mouth. Obviously I knew which one would be staying. Haha!
This is not a small girl. And her mother proceeds to tell me she was kicked out of her previous inpatient treatment center for threatening the staff. WONDERFUL! She asks me "How many guys are here? How many f*cking girls?? Do they have attitudes?? You need to tell them I'm the alpha female in this b*tch." Oh sweet goodness... this girl is going to be trouble. She starts asking me questions about our rules and looks at her mother and says "You WILL come pick me up if I don't like it here! Or I will flip the f*ck out on someone. I will roll on a b*tch." I'm thinking to myself, with your size, roll would be the appropriate word.
Eventually I begin searching through her things and mention to her that tank tops are not allowed in treatment. She FLIPS! "F*CK YOU! F*CK THIS PLACE! IF I CAN'T HAVE MY TANK TOPS I'M NOT COMING IN TO THIS G*Y A** F*CKING PLACE! UH UH. OH F*CK NO! GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY WAY, I'M LEAVING. YOU CAN TAKE THOSE TANK TOPS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR A**!" She proceeds to take all four suitcases and walk out the door. I'm secretly thinking to myself "Good riddance, I couldn't handle 35 days of you anyways!" And then I look at the faces of her mother, grandmother, and two year old niece and I remember why I do what I do. This isn't their little girl that is freaking out, this is the disease of addiction that has taken over her mind, body and spirit... this is a sick person NOT a bad person.
I start talking to the mother and grandmother about other options, and my coworker suggests a lock down facility for them. Then they tell me they are overwhelmed and don't know what to do. That she died three days ago. Her heart stopped from an overdose and someone had to do CPR on her for five minutes until the ambulance got there to shock her to life. It's a miracle this girl is alive.. and God has given me the opportunity to help her. I walk outside and knock on the van she's sitting in. After about 10 minutes of very calm and loving persuasion she agrees to stay for the night... to give it a shot.
I won't go into the rest of the drama from last night because it would take all of tonight to type it. But she was still in the building when I left. I pray to God she will be there tomorrow when I get back. I truly believe God has a very special purpose for this young lady. I see her one day fighting this disease that once almost killed her. If you read this and get a chance... pray for her. She needs all the help she can get.