Harlan is getting sicker. The past two days have felt like a span of one week. Before he went to the hospital, his illness progressed rapidly over one week. The same symptoms and indicators have occurred over the past two days. Yesterday, he tried to open the car door while traveling at 55mph. He didn't sleep at all last night and he was very paranoid, having racing thoughts, and talking to his voices. Chris and I took him to the ER today. I already knew what the ultimate outcome would be. It's the weekend and his regular counselor and doctor are unavailable. I had to rely on the ER nurse, doctor, and on-call crisis worker. I was ready with my same rundown of Harlan's history, what happened, what I knew would happen if he just came home. These people don't even bother to read Harlan's charts or notes. I grow exhausted of retelling the story. Now, he's home, sleeping. The ER doctor prescribed another sleeping pill. I am going to wake him up in an hour to give it to him along with his anti-psychotic.
I have a terrible headache. I brought my laptop to the ER to keep my mind busy. I started researching the right preservative for my makeup line. I am trying to stay away from the toxic stuff. I want the most natural and safe makeup possible. The FDA regulations are pretty easy to understand. I just can't find the one page I need to look at regarding preservatives. I'm interested in using things like vitamin E, sugar, honey, salt, ECT. Just need more time to make sure I am in compliance.
I am watching House and typing this blog. Chris went to Crush, a local bar to wish our friends well. They just got engaged and it's Lindsy's birthday. I told him to have fun for me. I can't leave Harlan alone. Truth be told I am happy right now. Harlan is sleeping. I am blogging, Chris is getting a break from the house and enjoying friends. We missed Romeo and Juliet tonight at our college. That was a bummer. We are going to go next week. Side note: last night I ate 6 pieces of chocolate that Chris left out by our T.V. Other than that, I haven't ate any added sugar, refined sugar, and enjoyed my latte with soy milk this morning. No more sugary Irish Cream Kickers from Dutch Brothers. I need to meal plan for the next week out of my new cook book. Probably to that next.
I wish regular ER's treated patients like House does. My son is experiencing a psychotic break at the age of 16, not responding to meds or sleeping meds and the only answer I get: take him home, he's promised to be good. How can a 16 year old who hears voices and doesn't even acknowledge he hears voices promise he's going to behave? That is a joke.
Love,
Jennifer
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