This Crazy Life

The debate over taking medicine continues.  She is 100% against it.  Everyone else thinks it will help.  She’s now refusing to take anything from nursing including extra water to help with her dehydration, vitamins, miralax and of course Prozac.  It’s her eating disorder and she’s not doing it.  They may take away privileges to try to get her to take it.  Then I get into the loop.  Do I push this.  Do I risk her stopping eating.  Do I risk them saying they can’t help her.  Do I focus on just foot for the time being and let that be my primary goal.  Which it was.  But then I start thinking I want her better.  I don’t just want her to survive.  Barely.  I meet with her therapist twice today.  I plan on talking to her about both of these things.  So, I can get some insight from another professional.  I’ve also asked her psychiatrist to call me, but he hasn’t yet.  So, I’ll ask the therapist the best way to reach out to him as well.  And maybe we can come up with a plan everyone is comfortable with.  But I don’t want to make the eating disorder comfortable.  But she’s eating.  I don’t know why she’s against medicine so much.  Actually, I do.  The side effects terrify her.  The thought of her gaining weight.  She’s not going to do it.