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Edited on Wed Nov-23-05 07:07 PM by sfexpat2000
the bedroom. My poor Doug.
There's something about this time of year that just bumps the paranoia. He will be fine one moment, not fine the next. On stage and giving a great performance, then feeling attacked by me.
Wish I could find a way to even this all out better for him. One day, then the next day.
Usually, I feel upset and ditched -- have spent many a holiday on the other side of a locked door with a fine dinner congealing on the table :(
But, as he gets such terrible side effects from all his neuroleptics and since tinkering with them is so risky, I try to take the view that he's doing the very best he can and that letting him soothe himself behind that door is the best thing I can do.
Tg, at least there are no street drugs involved to unbalance him even more.
This year will not be easy. But there will be no violent decompensation, no police contact, no friends left high and dry, no emptying of my bank account for drugs that don't help, none of the major uglies that are now in the past. I can live with that. Am grateful for that.
Hey, my dad flew in from MO just to have dinner with our side of the family. My oldest son went and fetched my dad as he is frail and can't navigate airports on his own. I'm mighty proud of that kid -- or maybe, grateful is the right word. My dad is a real Republican and the handsomest man that ever walked the planet. Maybe the conversation will come around to W. :evilgrin:
I plan to enjoy that fully.
Happy Thanksgiving, my dear guys. Thank you for the wunnerfulness of yourselves.
Beth
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