Posted in Current Events

Write to Marry, No on H8te

Just found out that it is “Write to Marry” Day (via veronicaeye on Twitter). Senator Dianne Feinstein says Vote No on 8, because Prop 8 is essentially about discrimination, and we must always say no to discrimination. I agree with Dianne—this proposition is a complete non-starter for me.  I voted yesterday (down at the LA County Registrar-Recorder County Clerk Office) and I voted NO on 8. Here’s to love and marriage for all!

Congratulations to The Ditty Bops, who just got married and want to stay that way past next Tuesday.  The Ditty Bops will be on A Prairie Home Companion on November 7 and 8.  Check ’em out.

The Ditty Bops.  Photo by Renard Garr.

If you live in Los Angeles County and want to vote early, you can go to Norwalk and do it. I recommend getting there early in the day. I stood in line for a little over an hour (the whole process took about two hours). The experience gave me a whole new appreciation for the people who line up for a lot longer. I arrived there around 3:30 pm, so again, go early because the line won’t be as long. The whole thing is very well organized. Be sure to take your sample ballot with you. Don’t forget to vote No on Prop 4 also!

Posted in Current Events

Potpourri 2

Links of interest:

The Anchorage Daily News endorses Obama for president.

Here in California, there’s a proposition on the ballot that would amend California’s constitution to make same-sex marriage illegal. There was a Yes on 8 rally in Camarillo, CA yesterday. You can read about it (beautifully written by a No on 8 supporter) right here.

If you haven’t seen the Shiba Inu Puppy cam, you’ve been missing quite a show. Take it from me…watching these puppies is entertaining and therapeutic.

My thanks to all who have offered kind words and support. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve been moved to tears by your comments, e-mails and calls. The Scout is hanging in there. Me too. My mother is the same (read: manic, paranoid).

Finally, a theme for Monday: Terrorism, Vaginas, and the Blank Page Before You

“And remember—the world is full of both the terrifying and the absurd, in nearly equal measure…”

Posted in Let's Get Visual, Poesy

The Good Fight

The Good Fight
I am doing battle
in my dreams every night.  High on a tower toppled
perched, not yet fallen; about to fall My job is to scramble
down without upsetting the balance. My job is to fight
off the intruder who calmly enters the bedroom. Says I
want you.
Last night the innocents left me (do I mean
the others?) the fight so real so real I didn’t go
back to sleep but instead consulted Emily
Post via The New Yorker. Mrs. Three-in-One, she
calls me. At my life party: I am apothecary, chief strategist
and custodial crew. If you think elementary school,
you’re right. I looked up perfidy, then stayed home.

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Ah yes. Sometimes, nothing but a poem will do. Ask Miss Havisham.

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The Big Island, Hawaii. Photo by The Scout.

Posted in Grindstone, Life, Mental Health

Disappointed

One of my favorite comedy bits is from “A Fish Called Wanda” (which is full of greatness, by the way).  Looking into the empty safe where the loot is supposed to be, Otto (played by Kevin Klein) says, “Disappointed!”  To refresh your memory, here’s The Best of Otto – the bit I’m talking about is in the first thirty seconds.*

My mom, who is still in the Geriatric-Psychiatric unit at Tuality Forest Grove Hospital, has not been taking her medication.  Well, she will, then she won’t.  She continues to exhibit many signs of mania.  She has barricaded herself in her room, wandered around wearing only her bra, and has been ordering the other patients around like a third grade teacher (which she used to be).

Here’s where the legal meets the medical.  When my mom first went to the hospital, it was on a voluntary basis.  This means she can walk out whenever she wants to.  Last Thursday (after one week in the hospital) she started refusing meds, and she slapped a nurse.  So they put her “on a hold” (you may know California’s shorthand for this, which is 5150).   This is a legal designation meaning that ‘she is a danger to herself or others’ and an investigator from the county decides whether that is true or not.

The investigator called me on Monday.  I answered the questions.  Is she a danger to others? Well, not really.  She is not going to be released from the hospital and continue to have a vendetta against the med nurse she slapped.  In fact, she may not even be able to pick that med nurse out of a line-up.

Is she a danger to herself?  Is she suicidal?

Well, I said, if you know anything about this disease you know that that question doesn’t exactly apply here.  Is she a danger to herself?  Yes, she is, because she is manic.  During a previous manic episode, she got in the car and decided she was going to drive from Oregon to southern California to visit me.  She was found by the paramedics wandering the streets of Sacramento at 2:00 am.  She had cut off all her hair and lost her teeth.  (There is something universal about the human face with no teeth that just screams “I am a homeless bum.”)

Is she suicidal? Is she pointing a gun to her head?  No.  Does she believe she can fly off a bridge?  Well, not yet, but mania can go there (she once told me she could fly across the room).  Is she a danger to herself during a manic episode?  Absolutely.  Does she meet the strict criteria that Washington County wants to apply in this instance?  No.

The hold was taken off, but I could tell in the investigator’s tone of voice that she agreed with my line of thinking.  Especially after she visited my mom in the hospital.  My mom had just gone to lie down for a nap.  She hasn’t been sleeping well (sign of mania) so she has made it clear to everyone that she is not to be disturbed if she is lying down.  She even had the doctor put it in the doctor’s orders.  So the investigator gets there and wakes up my mom.  The hospital wants her to sign herself back in on a voluntary basis, but she’s very upset that she’s been disturbed; she’s confused.  She calls me in tears and says, “They’re trying to railroad me.”

Then yesterday my mom’s physician called to say that if she doesn’t take her meds, and if she insists on leaving, they will release her.  So I immediately called my mom and busted out with “You have to take your medicine and stay where you are.  I will see you later this week.”  My mom took her meds right there on the phone with me (thanks to Nicole, who happened to hear my mom say she would take the meds and was right there at the ready).  Apparently, she took her meds last night and this morning as well.

So am I disappointed?  Right this sec, no.  Disappointed comes from two weeks in the hospital and negligible improvement.  Disappointed comes from seeing how completely stubborn my mom is—partly because of the disease, and partly because she just is.

Here’s what she needs but does not want to take: Geodon.  Bipolar disorder is such a painful, debilitating chronic disease.  It is so hard to watch my mother suffer.  Take the meds, mom.  I know you don’t want to feel like you’ve been drugged, but if you don’t take the Geodon, your climb down from mania will be much slower.  Not to mention that you might get released from the hospital, and you are not ready to go home yet.

What is a post without a photograph?  A post needing a photograph.

Near Las Vegas, Nevada.  Photo by The Scout.  The Scout is still in Arkansas with his mom.  It’s become clear that she will not be able to live on her own without assistance.  There are no family members in the area…so for now The Scout is there, trying to figure out what do to…

*A shout out to Suebob, who, like Otto, does not like to be called stupid!

Posted in Current Events

Potpourri

Happy Birthday to The Scout:

The Scout is still in Arkansas with all his sibs (five kids total in Scout’s family). Today they are discussing future plans with The Scout’s mom, Meg. A guy who is a specialist in later-in-life issues will be there to facilitate (happens to be a pastor in the church The Scout’s parents attend).

Meg has some short-term memory loss. The Scout’s dad handled all the finances and did all the driving. The house is in a beautiful place, overlooking a lake, ten miles from everything. So there’s lots to talk about.

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Update on my Mom: She’s still in the hospital, getting better slowly. Trying to get the meds right is tricky.

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Matt Carmichael is going back to Iraq. Here’s Matt and Grace (both friends from high school). Matt is a helicopter pilot. He’s been in the military for 31 years.

Take care of yourself, Matt.

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Got an e-mail this morning. It contained a long list of terrorist acts perpetrated by Muslim extremists. Then at the end it said:  Continue reading “Potpourri”