Meeting the Shrink

On the drive over to the hospital this morning, I found out from Dad that Mom had been diagnosed with Sjogren’s via an eye swab. An expert in the disease wouldn’t allow Mom into an advanced study because she didn’t really have it. Mom has refused a salivary gland biopsy that would be difinative.

Dad and I met with Mom’s Dr this morning. He was what I expected from a hospital shrink – older, goatee, generally pleasant. We spoke with him, and Mom’s attending nurse for about half an hour. He seemed generally concerned for Mom, and us. In a nutshell…

  • Mom isn’t palming any of her meds, they are the readi-dissolve ones
  • Mom isn’t ‘normalized’, she is not as high as she was, but it will take some time to level out
  • There may be co-morbid things, but until Mom is off her mania, there is no way to tell
  • Mom isn’t a danger to herself or others, so the law won’t allow her to be kept against her will
  • Mom isn’t stupid, but she thinks she has pulled one over on the Dr. – He isn’t fooled at all, but playing along (If you aren’t seriously into mental games, psychology is not the field for you)
  • Paperwork from the intake hearing, etc. will be available this afternoon, which he suggested, since we might need it on the way home.
  • They will be feeding Mom lunch & giving her the afternoon meds before we pick her up

When we asked him if he thought it would be a good idea to take Mom for one last walk along the beach (as she has been requesting) he said that he would get her ‘in the car, and get the hell outa dodge’. That’s when we planned her lunch and afternoon meds there, so we shouldn’t have to stop for at least 4 hours. Fortunately, I’m a night person, and if we choose to drive straight through, it won’t be a problem for me.

Our plans for today are to get Mom’s prescription picked up from the pharmacy, get the truck loaded, pick Mom up, and hit the road. I told Dad to throw out (or hide) the information packet that comes with the prescription, just so that Mom won’t ‘develop’ a ‘reaction’ to it. I can’t wait to hear what spews forth when she is no longer at the hospital.


~ by namegoeshere on April 18, 2007.

One Response to “Meeting the Shrink”

  1. good luck, you will need it.

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