Tales from Treatment

The first time I saw Randy was at Detox. I usually arrive around thirty-minutes early for my shift and at the end of the work week those “half-hours” add up to overtime. To be honest I didn’t know if Randy was a girl or guy. His face so thin and pale. His short red, spikey hair was perfectly combed. It looked kind of “dike-ish,” to me. I walked right past him without saying hi. He had a white rob on that was too big for his frail body. And he was eating a foam bowl of cereal with a white plastic spoon.

Randy’s white, freckled face was sunk in, common to “meth” users however I read the Detox board and he was not here for meth. Next to Randy’s name in red, were the letters “HIV.” I then heard the nurses talking, he had until June to live, and was in the first stages of liver failure. His drug chart was checked off for everything.

So two weeks later after Randy left detox to residential I took him and Cabin G to a “meeting” about forty miles off campus. During the break, Randy came out to smoke and asked if he could get some pizza from the place next door which was not allowed. I told him no, but I wasn’t going to chase him down. I turned my back.

Moments later I saw Randy sitting on the bench with a huge box of pizza and even a bigger smile. I thought to myself, he only has a few more weeks on this earth, and he’s spending in treatment. I felt good, like I did a good deed. However when we got back to campus I had to UDS him because he left the meeting and he popped positive for HTC, TCA and BZO. He was only gone a few minutes.

*Names and places have been changed.

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