First time she was committed, I was in the gulf, and she was on the XO's porch screaming nonsense.. She left, and they had the police go to my house to do a wellness check.. She was passed out in the kitchen and had taken what would have been a fatal dose of painkillers if she had not been found.
Needless to say, I was on the next COD to Bahrain.. And sent home. Oh, and I had not met the XO before this.. Trip[ #1 through drug rehab followed.
SECOND time, she started losing it when I was on BALTOPS... She got all pissy with the Nurse Call center because they would not make her a high enough priority in her eyes (for some random ailment, she is a hypochondriac of sorts). So she told the nurse at NH JAX that "You don't care if I live or die, I might as well kill myself".. And hung up. I heard the tapes myself.
Police are sent, along with paramedics.. She lets them in the front door, then barricades herself in the bedroom. They come in THROUGH the door, and she starts flailing and resisting arrest. She gets her left humerus snapped by the cops. Pills everywhere.. THey dont know what the hell she took, so an ambulance ride to shands, stomach pump, arm in cast, transport to mental hospital.
I get 3AM (JAX Time, 0700 on the boat) call from the CO that they found my wife, she's in the mental hospital again, and my dogs are being held at the pound. Were 7 days out of Norfolk, out of Flyoff range back to England. After she is deemed "stable enough for outpatient supervision" my OIC's wife bails her out of the nuthouse. 2 days after that, my mom gets there and the squadron wives drop her like a hot potato.. Mom bails my dog out of the pound and takes care of a 250# nutjob.. I get greeted at the airport by my mom and a HEAVILY SEDATED Michelle.
She goes through drug rehab again, and her arm takes almost a year to get better because she won't do her PT corrcectly. Oh, and she is pissed at me to this day becasue she never got the "settlement she deseverd" for breaking her arm...