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?
Every night we have difficulty getting him to take his medications. If he isn’t pouring water all over everything, he is dropping his medicine on the floor. He gets distracted and has to cuddle the animals during medicine time. So we have to hold onto him and drop the pills in his mouth. Then rub the side of his throat to ensure that he is swallowing them. After that, we sometimes have to feel his mouth to see if he swallowed them. Then check under his tongue. There have been times when he has made himself throw up his medicines, though I don’t think that he has done it recently. Honestly, I feel like I am torturing him some days because of the way we have to be with him. Someone commented that this is just normal 14 year old boy stuff. I’d be happy to let him come and
We hide things from David. On occasion, he finds them. He found a sibling’s medication and made the whole bottle disappear. Of course, he denies it. Just like he denies taking my Kindle, mom’s iPad, iPod, my cell phone, my tablet. Just like he denies everything he does until he is caught. Then he says – oops. The medication that he helped disappear was hidden in a room with a locked door. He doesn’t sleep alone at night, I sleep in the same room that he does. Yet he manages to get around me when I am sleeping sometimes, and then roams the house getting into things. We could install cameras, but they are so invasive. Plus, if he was going into a facility, like he was supposed to be, all of this would be a moot point. The pills that he took are for the anxiety that the sibling