Mom update: She's about the same---perhaps a bit more paranoid. My brother stopped by last night and the meds are all hanging out together in a big bowl, like Halloween candy waiting for trick-or-treaters. Me update: I'm tired of blogging about my mom (sommayous will be relieved to hear that!). Worrying about her doesn't do… Continue reading Then the Quail Came
I heard Malcolm Gladwell on Rachel Maddow's show the other day talking about decoding institutions. The journey that I'm on now vis-a-vis my mother's mental illness is one of not simply decoding institutions, but of decoding a system that involves multiple institutions. My bipolar mother is not, in the strictest sense, a "danger to herself… Continue reading Around the Barn
The Scout's college roommate, Eric Schurenberg (aka: "Bro"), has been let go from his managing editor job at Money Magazine. Time Inc. Lays Off Money Managing Editor; Eric Schurenberg Called 'A Fixture' by Editor-in-Chief John Huey by Matt Haber | 3:33 PM November 6, 2008 Eric Schurenberg via timeinc.net Portfolio's Mixed Media blogger Jeff Bercovici… Continue reading Our Best to Eric
The Scout has returned from Arkansas. He is glad to be home and is recovering nicely. Outside Forest Grove, Oregon. My mom is at home in Oregon refusing to take her meds. It's the disease. For those who missed, the previous blather on this topic is here. I spoke with an attorney yesterday and figured… Continue reading Uncertainty
After my last post, sommayous might've thought I'd still be in Oregon. But I'm home! Here's proof: Hmm. Looks quite a bit like this from my June 2008 post, wouldn't you say? Dyslexia? These two walls are opposite each other on Montana St. just east of Lincoln Avenue. Quite near my house. Why I persist… Continue reading Welcome Home!
After yesterday's post, I returned to my mom's apartment to give her the bedtime meds. She couldn't remember where she'd put them---even though we decided together earlier in the day where they should go. One of the meds, (the all-important zyprexa) can't be opened until right before it's taken. She wasn't able to pop the… Continue reading Talking to Crazy
So I took my bipolar mom to the ER, and they found a bed for her at the same hospital where she was before, and she refused to sign herself in. She had agreed to go to the hospital but had a meltdown once she was assigned a bed. "I refuse to stay in this… Continue reading A Fist Full of Meds