Good day my friends. We are two weeks post discharge and I thought that I would post an update about how things are going. In a word. Stable. He is stable. No better, no worse. The difference is that we are actively monitoring his medications, whereas before, he was managing his own medications for most of a year, and doing so successfully. He claims to not remember most of the night when the crisis occurred. I don’t know if this is true or not and really, it doesn’t matter. Current state. We still have issues with lies. We still have issues with hoarding food in the bedroom. We still have issues with him thinking that his bedroom is a garbage dump. (although he is a teenager and I am told this is normal) We have locks on everything. Food pantry. Fridge. Laundry room. Main bathroom. Bedrooms. Deep freeze. It is
The title says so much, yet so little. “Parenting with intention. The non-incident that became a life lesson.” Because seriously, who doesn’t have conflict in their life? In our home, conflict can go one of two ways. We can either get through it successfully, or the whole world falls apart for the family, and in particular for David. David and Mom both know I am writing this post. We feel it shows an important breakthrough for our whole family, and I wanted to write about it. What didn’t happen. Money went missing. More than 50 dollars. After a lengthy search, David was confronted about it. As he always does, he denied it. David became overwhelmed with the accusation. Yelling, and becoming very upset. I left an event I was attending with my father and hurried home. Once home, I entered David’s bedroom, he was extremely agitated. I admit, it didn’t
So a few weeks ago I wrote about our struggle to get medication management for David’s psych medications. Today we did intake at Sanford Behavioral Health Bismarck. Medication success! and Medication disappointment. See, they are taking him on as a patient, but since we missed his appointment in May, he can’t be scheduled to see someone to manage his medications, and prescribe them, until November at the earliest. I asked point blank, “what is he supposed to do about medications until then?” “You can speak with his primary doctor and see if she will prescribe them for you.” What if she won’t prescribe them? Tough luck. Well, I guess we could put him in psych when his medications wear off and he runs out of them. then they will pretty much have to prescribe them. But why should it come to that?