frustrated

Chase is in the seclusion room right now. I called to talk to him. Obviously I couldn't. I'm waiting for the doc to call me back. His dad can't visit him again tonight. I hope that doesn't set him off even more than he already is. They won't guarantee that if I drive out there this morning, that I will be able to see him. I might have to just skip today.

I spoke with the social worker. With our luck of course she is moving back to England next week, therefore her position will be filled with someone else. She thinks that she will have a copy of the psych/neuro evaluation results by the end of today.

I don't have a lot else to update with. I'm tired and cranky. Gotta get ready for work.