When I was in the hospital a couple of years ago, I had a variety of symptoms from the medications we tried over the course of the week to find a new regimen. Some of the medications they gave me for my anxiety were straight up sedatives which had the wonderful side effect of keeping
So here’s the low-down Charlie Brown. I’m a crazy person, right? Right. When I was a teenager, I started hallucinating. Mostly just distracting shit, like spots and stuff. You know how, if you look at the light just right, you can see shit floating around in the air? Like dust and stuff? It was like
Today’s visit with Rory was… odd. He wasn’t himself. Not his normal self, not even his outgoing-social self. He was off. He had had a rough night, and a very difficult day. He was extremely anxious, and I’m not sure his new medication regimen is working fully. He did seem a bit manic, but hyper
(This one I wrote before visiting Rory in the hospital tonight, but I didn’t get it posted beforehand. Another post will come shortly.) I got to visit with Rory last night, with his chosen dad and another friend. He was anxious, but in good spirits. I really long to talk with him alone, because that’s
Jenny here. Another post from Rory in the hospital, that he hand wrote, on his second day there, I believe. This post is quite different from the last one. By this point, he had gotten one dose of the new medication combination, and he sounds much more positive. It’s funny what a well-placed pill and
How do you possibly wrap your head around losing the one you love? By their own hand? I just don’t know. I can’t fathom. I mean, I have pictured it so many times in my head, because it’s always been a concern. Rory told me, even before we started dating (hours before, but still), that
I got to see him! I love how I’m always hit with how adorable he is when I don’t see him for a while. Like, how lucky am I to have him!?! He forgot to bring the blog posts he hand wrote to me, so we’ll have to put those up later. He was acting
He called me last night after the usual visiting hours. I couldn’t visit him yesterday, because patients are supposed to be there for 24 hours before getting any visitors. The perky charge nurse whom I talked to turned all soup nazi when I asked if Rory could have visitors last night. “It hasn’t been 24
TRIGGER ALERT: This whole post is likely a trigger. Don’t read it if you are sensitive to such things. I’m so tired that I’m shaky. That doesn’t help what I have to deal with. Last time, back in late January, we spent the afternoon at the hospital, and checked him in at evening time. The
Last night, I was able to go advocate for a friend. Another member of the support group took her to the hospital, and I stayed with her until she was admitted. It was quite the wait, and I slept in (oops!) but it was totally worth it. I can’t stress enough how important satellite support
