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Mom in the ER again.
Oy. Does this ever stop? I don't think so. She and I got into it again yesterday afternoon. She was harping on me about something or another and I just lost it. I told her that I was sick of her picking on me. She said she didn't but I told her that she did, that it seemed like she kept a list of every one of my faults and carried it with her so that any time I did something wrong, she could have the pleasure of pointing it out to me.
So, apparently that kicked it off. Wonderful. She's in the hospital because I told her the fucking truth. She told dad later and then, when he told her that I was right, she kind of freaked or something. She said she had been hearing voices. So, with all the obsessive-compulsive behavior she's been showing lately, Dad thought that she was on too many anti-depressants and medicines for her bipolar thing.
So the doctor said to get her into the hospital ASAP, but that whoever was on call at St Joes would have to take car of her since moms doctor is going on fucking vacation. Urgh. She'll be there for a while. At least five days.
She's already tried to organize her hospital room. It's scary. She doesn't think that there's anything wrong when it's so obvious that there is. She totally wigged out the other day when one of the circle tupperwares was put inside a larger square tupperware rather than a larger circle tupperware. She's seriously mental. Dad said he caught her organizing potatoes the other day.
They don't know what's wrong with her. They think it's the meds, but if whatever they try with that doesn't work, she'll have to stay for more tests. Joy.
Oy. Does this ever stop? I don't think so. She and I got into it again yesterday afternoon. She was harping on me about something or another and I just lost it. I told her that I was sick of her picking on me. She said she didn't but I told her that she did, that it seemed like she kept a list of every one of my faults and carried it with her so that any time I did something wrong, she could have the pleasure of pointing it out to me.
So, apparently that kicked it off. Wonderful. She's in the hospital because I told her the fucking truth. She told dad later and then, when he told her that I was right, she kind of freaked or something. She said she had been hearing voices. So, with all the obsessive-compulsive behavior she's been showing lately, Dad thought that she was on too many anti-depressants and medicines for her bipolar thing.
So the doctor said to get her into the hospital ASAP, but that whoever was on call at St Joes would have to take car of her since moms doctor is going on fucking vacation. Urgh. She'll be there for a while. At least five days.
She's already tried to organize her hospital room. It's scary. She doesn't think that there's anything wrong when it's so obvious that there is. She totally wigged out the other day when one of the circle tupperwares was put inside a larger square tupperware rather than a larger circle tupperware. She's seriously mental. Dad said he caught her organizing potatoes the other day.
They don't know what's wrong with her. They think it's the meds, but if whatever they try with that doesn't work, she'll have to stay for more tests. Joy.