Damn.... sorry that the drama is so dramatic.........I spoke to the mental health folks again: what gives? Apparently, FiL got the phone message for mad SiL from them, rang back and said: no, no nothing to see here; thanks, but no thanks. (It is entirely in keeping that he did this without consulting SiL or MiL - if he had someone would have rung us/turned up on the doorstep to have hysterics.) The CAT team were ready to roll anyway when they realised they didn't have all of husband's phone number, they were missing a digit. By the time that got sorted they ran out of time. However, it seems as though today is the day.
I am bricking it. Anyone got a good poem? Found one... today is definitely an Elizabeth Smart kind of a day.
O Poor People
Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking
Towards the horrible world:
Let us say O poor people
How can they help being so absurd,
Misguided, abused, misled?
With unsifted saving graces jostling about
On a mucky medley of needs,
Like love-lit shit,
Year after cyclic year
The unidentifiable flying god is missed.
Emotions sit in their heads disguised as judges,
Or are twisted to look like mathematical formulae,
And only a scarce god-given scientist notices
His trembling lip melting the heart of the rat.
Whoever gave us the idea somebody loved us?
Far in our wounded depths faint memories cry,
A vision flickers below subliminally
But immanence looms unbearably: TURN IT OFF! they hiss.
ETA - the second dose
Team got there and FiL would not let them through the front gate. They left after saying that mad SiL must get seen by her family doctor and a report sent to the mental health team. However, SiL doesn't have a medicare number let alone a doctor.
The fight will continue.