This Crazy Life

Tomorrow we see the doctor.  It’s been almost two and a half weeks.  I’m nervous and stressed.  I know if she’s lost weight again she’s going to start talking about treatment.  But I don’t want to do treatment again.  Not this soon.  She says she’s eating.  I have zero idea what or how much.  She’s starting to get paranoid.  But she’s still home.  She’s still happy.  We have to figure out a way to incorporate her back into our family life.  Sending her away doesn’t help with that at all.  I just don’t know what’s best.  At this point I don’t feel like anything is actually going to help.  So why are we just repeating, repeating, repeating.  I’ve also thought about telling her, ok you’re down.  I’m going to start watching you eat this week.  Then next week we’ll move to I’m going to give you one prepackaged snack.  And work our way up from there.  Instead of working our way down from full fledged control.  Which has failed to work at this point.  Time will tell.  I just hope I can get some sleep tonight.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day.