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Aug. 28th, 2013 08:54 amThere is apparently a new law that Meg's teacher cannot outright say that Meg is having a seizure. The nurse has to come to the room, evaluate, and make that decision. Which means that in non-emergencies, we (Meg's caregivers, who have almost 18 years of experience in dealing with Meg's SEIZURES) cannot have a straight talk about Meg's seizures without scowling and trying to come up with appropriate code words. >:(
I woke up unreasonably angry. It's getting better.
Yesterday I went to the doctor. We discussed the fact that I have lost TWENTY FUCKING POUNDS and that maybe Viibryd's penchant for giving me GI problems is enough of a reason to stop taking it. So we discontinued it.
The rapid cycling was addressed and I am now taking a double dose of Depakote at night. If my mood doesn't smooth out I'll start taking a double dose in the morning, too.
My doctor is friends with a psychologist who just so happens to be taking an office in his building soon. If she ends up taking Medicaid (this is a big IF) I might be going back to therapy sometime in the next couple of months. I casually mentioned this to my mother and got nothing but negativity.
Jerry, who we all know is a loving father who cares and provides for his eldest child in every single way (sorry, if you're new? that's sarcasm), waited until I sent him the receipt for Meg's orthopedic socks (5 pair, $111) to grudgingly send a check for $100 with no note (not even a post-it asking after Meg's health). This is after I had to actually speak with him on the phone and convince him that he really should help me with this expense. Legally he doesn't have to. (I felt so dirty asking him for help, and thinking about it now makes me want to smash his face and then cry for all the bad decisions I've made in my life).
GAH. Okay. Ugh.
Do you ever get the feeling that no matter what you do, no matter how you try to make things better, everything is gradually getting worse and there's no way out and eventually you're just going to lose it completely? Yeah. I need you guys to hold me up right now and I feel really needy and guilty and ridiculous.
I woke up unreasonably angry. It's getting better.
Yesterday I went to the doctor. We discussed the fact that I have lost TWENTY FUCKING POUNDS and that maybe Viibryd's penchant for giving me GI problems is enough of a reason to stop taking it. So we discontinued it.
The rapid cycling was addressed and I am now taking a double dose of Depakote at night. If my mood doesn't smooth out I'll start taking a double dose in the morning, too.
My doctor is friends with a psychologist who just so happens to be taking an office in his building soon. If she ends up taking Medicaid (this is a big IF) I might be going back to therapy sometime in the next couple of months. I casually mentioned this to my mother and got nothing but negativity.
Jerry, who we all know is a loving father who cares and provides for his eldest child in every single way (sorry, if you're new? that's sarcasm), waited until I sent him the receipt for Meg's orthopedic socks (5 pair, $111) to grudgingly send a check for $100 with no note (not even a post-it asking after Meg's health). This is after I had to actually speak with him on the phone and convince him that he really should help me with this expense. Legally he doesn't have to. (I felt so dirty asking him for help, and thinking about it now makes me want to smash his face and then cry for all the bad decisions I've made in my life).
GAH. Okay. Ugh.
Do you ever get the feeling that no matter what you do, no matter how you try to make things better, everything is gradually getting worse and there's no way out and eventually you're just going to lose it completely? Yeah. I need you guys to hold me up right now and I feel really needy and guilty and ridiculous.
