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Does it ever really change

September 3rd 2011 2:39 pm
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The moment Mom thinks she has a handle on things, something else falls apart. About two weeks ago mom had a bad episode with her depression and was briefly put on suicide watch. I could have told them all that mom wasn't up for suicide (hiding in the bedroom if I'd let her maybe, but suicide just isn't in her bag of tricks) It took several days for the doctor that was treating her to realize that all the people hoovering was actually making the issue worse. After two days of peace and quiet mom was back on track.

She's been having a few balance issues and I worry about her. I try to lean on her knee to help her but mom is discouraging me, tells me I'm just not big enough. The new meds have mom completely strung out so I have to be extra careful to make sure she's not busy doing repetitive behaviors and to watch for people coming up today.

Last night there was a big storm and my brother, who's really scared bit me. I have a place on my face just below my eye that needed stitches... mom was really upset. Right now I can't see out of my left eye and mom is fretting over me. Make's it hard when I know I'm supposed to be the one worrying about her.

Least I know I'm well loved.


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