C onsidering what we’d gone through in the past year I couldn’t believe that Mr. Eidels was upset with me. Not just upset but literally screaming out his pain and frustration.
Mr. Eidels’ son Yossie had experienced a recovery that was truly impressive. It was quite amazing that he was doing as well as he was. Not that I was taking all of the credit and thought I should be getting awards for my work but I didn’t expect a dressing-down either.
Yossie had a four-year history of schizophrenia and treatment noncompliance before he walked into my office. All I did was recommend a long-acting formulation of his medication to ensure he’d be able to stay on track. Once a month Yossie would come in and receive his injection. This guaranteed that he didn’t have to remember to take his pills each night.
In short my recommendations were very elementary and baruch Hashem they’d worked. Yossie had stayed out of the hospital for nearly a year now and the memories of getting picked up by the police for trespassing all across his town were becoming a distant memory. He had started working at the local seforim store and was even getting invited out for Shabbos meals again for the first time since he’d returned from his initial hospitalization.
