This Crazy Life

Hospital Stay #9; the one where she’s fed and watered.  Yes, we’re back.  Yes, it’s fun.  I went to Florida for D2 Summit with her sister.  She stopped eating and drinking Friday.  She was going to keep drinking but then she decided we were adding oil to her water.  Oil in her water that she got through the filtered dispenser on our fridge.  Oil in her water in brand new case of bottled water.  So, then she was completely done.  So, then I moved our flights up, so we got in late Monday night, and we came to the hospital Tuesday morning and here we are.  She’s being fed and watered.  She’s being brought back to stable.  She’s being kept safe.  What’s next?  What’s the next step?  No one knows.  I met with both her dietician and therapist in a joint session this afternoon.  They agree nothing is optimal.  Nothing is likely to help.  I have a family vacation planned to Montana at the end of June.  I want to make it to that.  I think I can make it to that.  We’re going to try to make it to that, and they will help.  Truth be told we’ll be back in treatment by fall, but as long as I can keep my sanity intact no one is against keeping her at home as home and treatment both have their pros and cons.  Her therapist mentioned that she worries about the long-term effects of the increased paranoia on her mental health.  Actually, I’m going to email her now and make sure she doesn’t think I’m making the wrong decision my keeping her home longer.  I want her to tell me if she does.  But until then we’ll stay in the hospital and feed and water her, so she gets back to at least a relatively healthy/stable existence.