She’s breaking through her meds. The meds that temper her strangeness are the ones she’s breaking through.
She’s not napping much anymore. If I’m home alone with her, which happens frequently, she wants to talk to me about her strange life.
I will not post the things she says since they are beyond comprehension at times.
She thinks she’s funny. I think she’s strange.
New meds arrived yesterday, so hopefully she will be stable again sooner than later.
We have applied to get her on hospice and that is looking like it’s happening. Reason? Dr. Green, her doctor, is moving out of the area and this makes it so we don’t have to take her out of the house for any appointments.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
