Thank you Tushie.
I’m so very angry and tired and frustrated.
Friday I had a rough day at work. I am having a lot of pain in my foot (the one operated on) and the opposite side knee. I am doing EVERYTHING possible to manage this. I take high power NSAIDS round the clock, Tylenol 3 times a day, gabapentin, Cymbalta. I have diclofenac cream, CBD balm and lidocaine that I put on 3-4 times a day. I’m getting PT with ultrasound and heat treatments, I put ice and TENS unit on it. And I had a very upsetting interaction with the PA for my knee Dr who just disregarded everything including the fact I had a pain management referral and appointment scheduled.
I get home and I just would like maybe one day to be about me. To be pissed off and stay pissed as long as I wanted to. But nope, JM meets me at the door with the day he’s had with seeing the dead people again and all that goes with that. He had torn our blinds apart. I am not unsympathetic. It destroys me to see him like that. But I am so tired of day in day out worrying about everybody else.
Anyway, that’s another post. We got thru Friday. Saturday night was lovely… the men at our church put on a dinner for the ladies and it was wonderful.
Sunday I came home from work about 2 and he was asleep. Decided to take a nap. And all hell broke loose. Woke up hearing him screaming, cursing, throwing things around. He was hallucinating. He had no idea I was in the room. Nothing I said got through. He was screaming about how those motherf*ckers weren’t getting him again, hiding behind furniture, pushing the furniture around.
Side note: I am pretty sure is taking custody of our drug dealer niece’s children is probably a moot point now.
Y’all he outweighs me by 50 lbs. our son weighs about a buck 50 soaking wet and clothed. I was terrified and so was our son. But I didn’t want to call 911 because if the police we have around here (no offense to Bigger and any other LEO members) had shown up, somebody was gonna get hurt bad or dead.
Once he came back to earth he wouldn’t go to the hospital with me. He was so afraid of getting "locked in a box" again. So we compromised and made appointment with the psych Dr at the ketamine clinic. I thought he’d had a treatment in January but it has been since before Christmas. And you can’t just go off this stuff cold turkey.
She sent us to the ER and I thought he’d get at least a 72 hour hold and maybe I could rest. But they just kept him in the ER for 24 hours and then discharged him. Meanwhile I was 2 minutes late to my pain management appointment (because, OMG I was overwhelmed with freaking LIfE and they made me reschedule.
Then I get back to the hospital thinking he’s been admitted and they say he’s ready to go. I had asked to speak to the psychiatrist or MHC and no, that wasn’t necessary because he wasn’t actively psychotic and is able to make his own decisions. I asked what was I supposed to do when it happens again and y’all, I swear to God this woman almost died in front of me. Because she said, and I quote, "Bring him back here."
Bring. Him. Back.
Where they did absolutely fucking nothing but lock him in a room with a recliner to sleep in. I’m sure I’m gonna get a 5 figure bill for that shit.
And besides that… if you’ve been following along… this man is big. And when he is hallucinating and in fear for his life he is stronger than anything I’ve ever seen. I would love to know what tf this woman thinks I can do to get him in my little Honda accord.
Today was better. We met with a different psych hospital. (Incidentally, the same place he stayed back in 2011 after the events which can not be mentioned in this forum). He will be restarting the ketamine treatments tomorrow. And on Monday will start an intensive outpatient program for 4 weeks.
And at some point I am going to our county mental health center to get in their system so I can get counseling and medication management.
Meanwhile, baby still hasn’t been born. Nothing new on that point.
And JM just came out from a long conversation with our pastor and he has stepped down from all of his church duties. Deacon, SS teacher, chairman of finance committee. All of it. I’m thinking it’s good.