Residential treatment... around the corner?

I got drunk last night (typical) and while drunk, I called Timberline Knolls and talked to an admissions counselor. The admissions people know me there. They have a file on me, 'cause I keep trying to get in. The admissions counselor last night said she thought I'd gotten sicker and would now qualify for residential, and will call me back today. Dear goodness, I hope I get in.