Bear called me Saturday evening about 7:30pm during Kitty's 17th birthday party. We were out at my sister's house having pizza and cake and watching The Muppets. He said he'd injured his hand again and wanted me to take him to the ER. When I asked why he'd waited until so late to call me if he'd gotten the injury at 1am, he got defensive and just said at least it wasn't like last time when he'd waited almost a week to tell me.
This was the second time this week that Bear wanted to go to the hospital, and I have to admit I questioned whether this injury was any more real. He'd called me earlier in the week wanting me to take him to the doctor for his "injured" back, but after talking to him, it turned out to be that he'd just strained a muscle or something when he was doing handstands in someone's yard. I'd told him to alternate cold and heat... which he'll never do. He tends toward psychosomatic injuries.
Poor Hubby had to leave the party (he'd only been there 20 minutes because he's teaching scuba this weekend) and meet Bear at the ER. Bear demanded gas money for his friend who'd given him a ride there. Hubby asked him why he didn't use the $10K he claims he has in the bank. Bear told him that was his savings for a car, and started insisting that we should be giving him his adoption subsidy. Hubby tried to explain how subsidies work, but Bear wasn't wanting to hear it. He drug the conversation on for hours and Hubby came home royally ticked off.
We heard several versions of how Bear injured his hand, but the most common version seems to be that he was at a party (drinking) and was playing "bouncer" (possibly physically restraining someone who'd been drinking and was going to drive). Somehow he threw a punch and hit some concrete. He fractured his right hand.
The ER started to put a splint on it, but Bear was honest and admitted he wouldn't wear it, so they put it in a cast. Now he can't write, and is going to have great difficulty working. (He's lost all his "jobs" and is currently "self-employed" with another neighbor kid building fences.) He's floating from home to home a little faster now. His girlfriend's family has decided not to move to Hawaii so he has no real plan for after graduation.
He can't come home while he's off his meds, and it would take at least a month to get back on a therapeutic level. He graduates high school at the end of May and turns 19 in July.
I don't know what's going to happen next.