Sunday, December 30, 2012

NUMBER 99!!!!!!!!

I just wrote poem number 99!!!  One more to go and I will have done 100.  And now today I am going to pick something new to do 100 times.  I'm not sure just yet!

Firstly, after reading the last entry I will do a little report on Monte.  He spent just over one week in the hospital psychiatric ward.  He had a very scary psychic break, which great parts of it he still doesn't remember.  This is what happened:

He visited Vancouver over halloween.  While he was here he made pretty definitive plans for making money with a friend of his.  He was so excited (to do with internet work) but about a week after getting home, it all fizzled out.  I think this was a bit of a last straw for him.  He has been feeling huge pressure to find work, and hasn't been able to.  Plus he has a foot problem.  Due to his tremendous growth sprint in his teens (he went from 5'6 to 6'8 in ten months) his feet were ruined.  The tendons didn't grow as quickly as the bones.  The bones in his feet are always fracturing, even with orthodics, and the pain is extreme.  Other than prednisone (which you can't take all the time) and cortisone shots (which only work for a few days) there is nothing that can be done.  He did go to his doctor and seriously asked if they could amputate them and give him those bouncy sport prosthetics.  They said no, of course.   He became depressed, which coupled with his already diagnosed (sort of) ADHD he started to hermatize in his house.  Long story short he ended up in what they call a psychic break (which we used to call nervous breakdown)

This is the part he doesn't remember.  He left his house around 7 at night.  He got into his truck and he drove to Campbell river (we know from bank statements) filled his truck up and then we don't know.  I was frantically looking for him by phone and his friends and the neighbour across the street.  I knew something was desperately wrong, which included some bizarre phone calls over the previous week.  I have to say I went about 26 hours not knowing what had happened to him.  I don't ever want to go through that again.  Ever.  About 9 oclock the next night I got a phone call from the Nanaimo hospital.  He had been picked up by the side of the freeway, sitting, by an ambulance and brought to the hospital.  They committed him temporally.  I guess he wasn't making sense, couldn't remember anything etc...They let me talk to him on the phone.  I calmed him down and got him to take some medicine to make him sleep and I got them to give him some pain killer.  All he could talk about was the pain in his feet.  Upon xray, they were all broken from walking.

The next day Bill and I went over on the ferry but we didn't get to see him...he slept for 36 hours straight, making up for not sleeping for about 3 weeks.  He also had quit eating.  I found out that he was picked up at an exit from the freeway near Courtenay.  I phoned his brother Kevin, who lives in Courtenay, to see if he could go look around for his truck.  They found it, out of gas, on the side of the freeway near the Port Alberni exit...the one he takes to go home.  He had gotten out and walked the wrong way...at least 11 kilometres.  He remembers that now and finally he just couldn't walk any further on his feet so he sat.  A passerby phoned an ambulance.  He thought he was going to the hospital to get help for his feet.  When they wouldn't let him leave he was confused.

His stay, and complete psychic work up was the best thing that could have happened to him.  He enjoyed his stay, they had a guitar and piano, and we got the working diagnosis the morning we took him out.  They still can't make a final diagnosis until some more brain mapping is done in January but it looks like bipolar/depression etc.  He is on meds to keep the dopamine levels down and I must say, this is the calmest we've ever seen him.  Oh, he is still the old talkative correcting Monte, and he is even more creative with his music than before, but there is a sense of calm about him that is new....and awesome.

So, tomorrow I take him back to Port Alberni.  I have hired an amazing neighbour (an older man and his wife) whom monte treats like a mentor.  This fellow is incredible and is so good for monte and needs the money.  He will keep an eye on Monte for us for the next few months until Monte is really back on his feet.







Okay this is way more than you ever wanted to know about Monte.  If you made it this  far, thanks for reading.  I will start writing here more now that all that is over and christmas is over too!!  TTYL


Saturday, December 15, 2012

SAD WEEK

Its been a tough week.  Monte was hospitalized in a most scary bad way.  We get a diagnosis next Wednesday and until then I can't concentrate long enough to write.  So I will come back on Wednesday night or Thursday morning.  He won't mind my baring all.  I might feel better once I write it out.  til then...sorry for the absence here.  (I just wrote poem number 80.....I am now five behind, so more poems tomorrow!  TTYL

Saturday, December 1, 2012

NOTHING

Really, I have nothing to report.  I did clean the house and get laundry done.  Sitting here right now in the chair I can only remember two things that happened since Monday.

One....we went to Swiss Chalet, the new one, for dinner.  And what stands out in my mind is that Bill nearly killed us five times on the way there.  His driving has become seriously bad.  Even he can see this.  I drove home.  Its like he suddenly has a brain fart and can't remember which pedal does what.  And, not that it was ever good with him, his actions by rote have completely disappeared.  No muscle memory either.  I think the writing is on the wall with him driving for much longer.

Two....we spent two days with April.  She had a couple days off and she spends them up here painting.  She is a lot of fun and I love having her around.  We talk and talk and talk and eat and talk and watch sick tv and talk some more.  Its awesome.  And the canvas she is doing right now would blow your mind.  Have you ever heard of trumpe l'oeul?   Its a type of painting where you "trick the eye" into thinking its real.  Thats what she does.  3D.  Crazy good!  I just don't know how she does it.

Last night we ordered pizza and the kids stayed up here with us for the evening and we watched tv and ate and had a great time.  And that's it.

We did have one interesting convo....about how we would still love our kids, even if they committed murder.....that being said.....I mentioned that if you are going to commit murder, let me pick who you should kill.  So then I had to think about who would be at the top of my list.  Firstly, I discovered, I don't have a list, not only that I couldn't think of one person to kill off.  Then suddenly, both Andrew and I said at the same time...."The assh..e next door!!!"  So if he ends up dead, hmmmm, don't show the cops this blog entry!  Off to the dentist now....ahhhhhccccchhh....THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS.... they better be the best teeth on the planet.  TTYL