SHITTY SHITTY SHITTY DAY

Pardon the language but it was a crap day.  

It started off with such a distressed phone call from Monte around 4:30 am.  He is trying so so hard to cope with the seizures and speech impediments and the inability to move.  A pattern has emerged.  He is fine for a week or two and then BAM! he is hit with seizures etc for a couple of days, maybe three.  He talks to 811 and his dr and both have told him to go to emergency when this happens.  Yesterday he went up by ambulance and they basically told him to either leave on his own accord or they would call the police.  Pat went in and helped him into a wheel chair.  The taxi driver they called helped Pat get him into the taxi and he crawled/dragged himself up to his place.  I do believe we have figured this out though.  More on that later.

While that was going on I went in for my ultra sound.  It just makes me nervous.  I hate them poking around...they might find something.

I then went to both Canadian Tire and Home depot and bought a load of flowers.  My jeep was totally loaded, front and back.  When I got home I started planting...not something I enjoy.  Sorry all you gardeners out there...I don't get it.  My back hurt, it was hot as hell, my hose gave me endless trouble, there is now permanent dirt under my fingernails that will NOT come out.  Whats to like?  And worst of all?  I have a ton of stupid flowers left over that I now have to find a place to plant.  (friggin' shovel list...no pun intended).

Later I went out to a sushi place for a bowl of noodle soup.  And as I was standing by my jeep I freaking near got nailed by a lightening bolt that came out of nowhere, with no warning.  I'm not kidding!  And then I almost had a heart attack! It scared the living daylights out of me! Now my hair is all fuzzy er.

LOOK AT ALL THOSE LEFT OVER PLANTS

While I was in Home Depot my phone rang.  It was Amy, my realtor.  She phoned to tell me that I didn't get that beautiful little house...another offer had come in and they took that one.  So back to square one and old timer townhouses...which is okay with me.  The government won't be getting 20,000 dollars in gst out of me now...the bastards.

Then last night there were phone calls back and forth with Monte and April.  Sometimes I just want to shake him and just tell him to buck up and get over it....which of course is totally unrealistic and unfair.  Then I just feel bad.

April's nurse friend was there with her and talked with Monte too.  And we have come to the conclusion, one we have kind of known all along, that he is suffering the permanent damage a lithium overdose creates.  And after re reading the dosages, and the symptoms etc...there is no doubt about it....thats what it is.  On the one hand its good to be pretty sure...you can get off that hamster wheel of searching for a diagnosis.  On the other hand how depressing is it to know he won't get better.  This means he will probably have to live in a care home.  There is no way he can survive on his own.  And how does one get that accomplished?  Especially with the mental health care in this province?  And what about that fucking psychiatrist that overdosed him?  What about that asshole?

But our next move is to get a definitive diagnosis.  Both his old psychiatrist he saw once up at the hospital has said he was overdosed and so does his gp.  So  Monte now has a new purpose...proving and making that Dr. accountable.  But also now he is trying to deal with the fact he won't get better.  Oh well...you gotta deal with what your dealt and he is pretty good at that by now.

When I got up this morning I opened the front door to take a look at all my flower work from yesterday...maybe when I see all the pretty flowers I would get a happy feeling and understand gardeners around the world.  Nope.

Sorry for the whine.  TTYL