What can I say. I do believe that my current birthday is the most emotionally sad rollercoaster I have ever had.
My mom is manic again. Could have been prevented if only the retarded fucktard of GP would have listened to me when I told him repeatedly over the past months that all signs pointed to hypomania again.
But fuck, who ever listens to silly old me, who is more qualified by education to deal with the intricasies of the troubed mind than a medical practioner. (I am a pedagogue and social care worker, ((and biologist but that's irrelevant)), not to mention expert by experience (let's just say that this is not the first psychiatric crisis episode of my mom).
Repetitio ad nauseam. Last time it happened psychiatrist literally bent down on his knees to apologize to me for not listening. But shite, if manic episodes have a 7-8 year period, you never see the same psychiatrist / team / hospital so it's always back to square 1.
So my past 3 weeks were crisis management, culminating in the GP making a wrong estimate of severeness 3 times in two weeks, wrongfully doubling the dose of Depakine, leading to my mom falling down and having a severe head wound due to too high levels of Depakine in the blood (it shuts down the muscles).
She's in hospital now for 3 days. One day Emergency ward, 2 days medical internal ward. She thinks it's 1970 and she thinks she needs to call the supermarket because she missed an appointment with the diabetes nurse. The hospital emergency ward doctors spent 6 hours not being emergency ward doctors, they spent their time being transfer nurses, making phonecalls. No one wants to take in my mom. Too many labels. So now she's in a hospital bed, occupying space needed for medical patients, getting worse by the day because internal hospital ward nurses are in no way educated to deal with the insane.
The acute psychiatric ward won't have her because she needs too much attention.
The revalidation homes won't have her because she has a psychiatric diagnosis.
Her own home won't have her because their nurses aren't educated to deal with psychiatric issues, and they are not allowed to lift people.
The nurses put a catheter in her because she asks to go to the toilet every 5 minutes and they don't have time for that.
She's too manic psychotic to understand what a catheter is so she is still calling the nurses every 5 minutes because she thinks she needs to pee.
So uh yeah. Not my best birthday.
The fucktard of a GP is going to get his ass dragged to the disciplinary comittee though. He should consider himself lucky if he can get a job as supermarket stock clerk when I, the emergency ward doctors, and the distric nurse are done with him.
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