Blues

Jami got to me tonight. She called several times today wanting rescued and I went and got her when I took Jeremy to work and she told a tale of barely surviving and near madness that is terrible and frightening. They have no food and no heat. Their apartment is supposed to be heat paid but they only turn on the ancient steam heat for a short period each day and they are freezing the rest of the time. They paid their rent and electric bill and paid for Kirk's rides and a few other people he owed bits here and there to and then paid a couple twenty dollars for what was supposed to be forty dollars of food stamps and there was no money on the people's food stamp card they gave them. I can't take it. We are so broke yet I am going to buy them a space heater tomorrow and some food. I just can't not do it and I will just have to find a way to make up the money so Jeremy doesn't suffer for it. Jami is also talking crazy about running away and has been drinking today to try to get warm. Drugs aren't an issue because there is no money for them. She is in worse shape mentally than I have seen her since right after she lost the girls. I can't take it. Have to do something, everything I can to make a difference. Friday she has her appointment with General Assistance and then she will qualify for medical help as well as get help with the rent and electric and I am going to try to sign her up for food stamps tomorrow. Whatever I can do without hurting Jeremy.