I think my meds manager wants to break up with me, so to speak. Not because she's a bad person but she's not a psychatirst and my needs are a bit out of her range.
But we talked about it and then I saw my therapist and some of the same territory was covered. But neither of them believe I have an "organic" mental illness. They both think that I have PTSD, since childhood and it's just been misdiagnosed multiple times. I'm willing to believe them because, frankly, seeking treatment for bipolar disorder isn't getting me where I want to be. Part that is going to be exploring going off medication or seriously reducing it.
Other than it's a matter of changing my own perception of myself and look for triggers and things.
So, heard back from the Dr at Mom's rehab and last night's MRI did reveal a small stroke, so I don't know how much, if any, of the language deficit she's going to get back. He's working on getting her fluids equalized so that her kidneys and her heart aren't in such immediate danger, but he basically said she's dying. I've suspected for a while now (5 hospitalizations in 3 months), but it was still hard to hear. He said she's got probably 6 months to a year (though a year is optimistic). Still processing.
And now I'm leaving to go see her. My brother's finally coming too. Glad to know when the actual death knell rings he'll finally step up.
Oh Jesus, Epic, I'm so sorry. I know that's not at all what you wanted to hear.
I am so sorry, Epic. Much love and strength to you.
Epic, I'm so sorry about your mom.
Brackets and peace~ma, Epic.
Epic, I'm so sorry. All sorts of ~ma to you and your mother.
^^ What they said, Epic. Never be afraid to lean on us; we love you a whole lot.
