« on: September 28, 2015, 01:18:26 pm »
Well my mom's had another breakdown. A bad one this time; she's presently at a psychiatric hospital up in Boston. It's been hard, seeing her there on her good and bad days, and it's becoming harder.
Her health care proxies are currently her two older sisters, who seem to be under the impression that my mom can get better, or that she can function when the medication cocktail is just right. My sister and I have determined that this is not the case. She needs more direct care, like an assisted but independent living facility. She needs to be out of work, which is so often the catalyst for her episodes.
Her sisters are going to fight to keep themselves as her proxy, because they see my sister and I akin to the scum that accumulates on the bathtub and a significant part of my mother's problems. We're going to have to see if we can have her declared incompetent to make decisions regarding her own care. She's having visual spacial inconsistencies, she forgets things like paying her bills, she's getting lost while driving with some frequency, she can't keep track of the 90 day supplies of horse tranquilizers she's on and either overdosing or not dosing.
My sister and I are going to try to meet with her social worker at the hospital this afternoon. I'm expecting her call this morning. My mom called last night and told me she's changed her mind about having us as proxies and wants to stick with her sisters, and when I told her I don't think that's the best idea, she just said "okay" and hung up on me, so I don't know if we'll even be allowed to discuss her case.
I'm somewhere between shaking and nerve vomiting.