Then I came home and there was awesome mail from David-- I have all kinds of cool stickers- an Edward Gorey sticker book, pens, washi tape, Spririted Away pencils. It's awesome!
Fun!
Dad is not hospitalized -- here's the text from my brother about the mental health crisis team's visit with Dad: "They were not concerned enough to hospitalize him, hut they said that he doesn’t seem to know what meds he’s supposed to be taking. They’re going back over tomorrow to set up his meds for the next few weeks so he’s taking what he needs to take. They said that calling the cops nine times in three months doesn’t come close to their threshold for concern."
What the fuck is this nonsense? Granted, if he hasn't been consistently taking his antipsychotic medication, maybe taking it consistently will actually help him. But it's so goddamn frustrating. My brother is still going to follow up tomorrow with the geriatrician's NP to get a referral for a psychiatrist. Maybe that'll help.
The worst part is that I *know* this is a mental illness and he's not having hallucinations *at* us, so I'm really trying to have compassion for that aspect of all this, BUT alongside the mental illness he's also still just a giant asshole, and talking to him on the phone is legitimately awful.
...he doesn’t seem to know what meds he’s supposed to be taking.
I have found the Medisafe app on my phone to be really helpful at keeping me on track with my daily medications. [link]
I have found the Medisafe app on my phone to be really helpful at keeping me on track with my daily medications. [link]
My dad will only use a flip phone, even after I showed him how cool the weather apps are (he is legit obsessed with the weather, so I thought that would be a big draw for him).
WTF? is right, Teppy. That is terrible. I can't believe they think he is capable of taking his meds, even with them setting them up for him, in his current state.
I can't believe they think he is capable of taking his meds, even with them setting them up for him, in his current state.
That was my thought too. He's not going to stay on schedule with his meds in his current state.
Then I thought, "This is why we need to replace the internet with a pneumatic tube system, because then he could just be prompted to the appropriate tube and they could shoot the meds into his mouth."
So, you can see I'm always innovating.
Then I thought, "This is why we need to replace the internet with a pneumatic tube system, because then he could just be prompted to the appropriate tube and they could shoot the meds into his mouth."
If the meds were followed by cheesecake or a chocolate chip cookie delivered via pneumatic tube, that would definitely incentivize him to line up at the tube.
alongside the mental illness he's also still just a giant asshole, and talking to him on the phone is legitimately awful.
I hear you on that. That’s hard. Your resentments are valid. Pneumatic tubes for meds and cheesecake sounds pretty good, though!
Pneumatic tubes for meds and cheesecake sounds pretty good, though!
I would not say no to cheesecake with Valium sprinkles right now.
I would not say no to cheesecake with Valium sprinkles right now.
Sounds good. Chocolate please. I don't care if it's the cheesecake or Valium that is chocolate but one needs to be.
Geez, Tep, that is a LOT. All the treats with benzos you wish right now.
The ~ma helped. Thank you all! Shelby is expected to overcome her pancreatitis with our current treatment and hopefully it won't return - although we'll only know when it does or doesn't. Her bloodwork looks really promising even if, worst case, she's on a strict diet for the rest of her pupper life. She's always been on a strict diet so that's easy. Just won't let her drink sketch water from toilet areas in hiking areas and hotels any longer. Which I should have kept her from initially.
Just won't let her drink sketch water from toilet areas in hiking areas and hotels any longer.
Dang. The restrictions that must be endured in this thing called life.
