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That summarizes the past 30 hours pretty well.
I was having an ok Saturday. Aimee and I saw Jersey Girl while Jay saw Dawn of the Dead. Afterwards, we drop Jay off, and Aimee and I go to the outlet mall in Georgetown. I get back home about 7:20. Jay says, "Uh, we have to go somewhere. My (insert close relative whom we shall call Betty) is in the hospital in ICU. They think she overdosed on her medications." Fuck. Another family member in ICU.
We get there, and Betty's delirious (which really was humorous, out of context.) She'd taken a handful of Effexor (an antidepressant), Zoloft, about ten naproxen (Aleve), allergy medicine, and a good deal of antipsychotic medication. Some friend of hers from school brought her in, and they weren't really sure what she took. Jay and I gave them her psych history (which is long and extended, to go along with her personality traits of being an overt overachiver who's incredibly brilliant). We managed to get her to tell us what all she'd taken, and we tell the nurse. We sit with her and converse for about an hour, and Jay's mom and brother show up. Today she was fine (just really shaky), and there are no long term effects. They've admitted her to an inpatient facility (one she's been in before).
I was just so pissed off at myself. She came over to do laundry on Tuesday. She hadn't slept in two nights (save three hours a few days prior), and I could tell she was headed down a bad path. I was going to tell her mom, and I didn't. In retrospect, I should have, but I'm not sure it'd make any difference. Betty's adept at saying what she should to make people think she's fine. But she has been completely shutting her family out of all this. On Friday she'd had a friend from school take her to a psych hospital. They were very non-supportive, and said, "What do you want us to do, hold your hand?" She felt like a moron and left, then took the pills a bit afterwards. If she'd just called me in the first place, we could have called around and found who could take her, and worked out some stuff before she would have to resort to taking handfuls of prescription medications. While she's worked pretty hard on her problems in the past, she hasn't changed her lifestyle at all to stop the problems from re-occurring. Some people need structure, and you have to take care of yourself first. That means not staying up all night helping someone else with their presentation, or joining every campus ministry available, or doing plays and whatnot. Now the college will probably kick her out (she was on thin ice after an incident in November), and she'll lose her full scholarship. It's been hard. I've been back and forth between the hospital and Florence (about 80 miles) taking Jay's mom home, and just generally majorly stressed. I might write more about this later. For now, I'm just tired, and my eyes are so allergified I feel like there are huge boulders in both of them.
That summarizes the past 30 hours pretty well.
I was having an ok Saturday. Aimee and I saw Jersey Girl while Jay saw Dawn of the Dead. Afterwards, we drop Jay off, and Aimee and I go to the outlet mall in Georgetown. I get back home about 7:20. Jay says, "Uh, we have to go somewhere. My (insert close relative whom we shall call Betty) is in the hospital in ICU. They think she overdosed on her medications." Fuck. Another family member in ICU.
We get there, and Betty's delirious (which really was humorous, out of context.) She'd taken a handful of Effexor (an antidepressant), Zoloft, about ten naproxen (Aleve), allergy medicine, and a good deal of antipsychotic medication. Some friend of hers from school brought her in, and they weren't really sure what she took. Jay and I gave them her psych history (which is long and extended, to go along with her personality traits of being an overt overachiver who's incredibly brilliant). We managed to get her to tell us what all she'd taken, and we tell the nurse. We sit with her and converse for about an hour, and Jay's mom and brother show up. Today she was fine (just really shaky), and there are no long term effects. They've admitted her to an inpatient facility (one she's been in before).
I was just so pissed off at myself. She came over to do laundry on Tuesday. She hadn't slept in two nights (save three hours a few days prior), and I could tell she was headed down a bad path. I was going to tell her mom, and I didn't. In retrospect, I should have, but I'm not sure it'd make any difference. Betty's adept at saying what she should to make people think she's fine. But she has been completely shutting her family out of all this. On Friday she'd had a friend from school take her to a psych hospital. They were very non-supportive, and said, "What do you want us to do, hold your hand?" She felt like a moron and left, then took the pills a bit afterwards. If she'd just called me in the first place, we could have called around and found who could take her, and worked out some stuff before she would have to resort to taking handfuls of prescription medications. While she's worked pretty hard on her problems in the past, she hasn't changed her lifestyle at all to stop the problems from re-occurring. Some people need structure, and you have to take care of yourself first. That means not staying up all night helping someone else with their presentation, or joining every campus ministry available, or doing plays and whatnot. Now the college will probably kick her out (she was on thin ice after an incident in November), and she'll lose her full scholarship. It's been hard. I've been back and forth between the hospital and Florence (about 80 miles) taking Jay's mom home, and just generally majorly stressed. I might write more about this later. For now, I'm just tired, and my eyes are so allergified I feel like there are huge boulders in both of them.
