Monday, Monday

There is just no nice way to put it, yesterday sucked. It sucked from the beginning to the end.

We got up early to take Dakota to get his hard brace fixed. A piece of the padding had chipped off and he had been complaining. Due to Hunter hallucinating some on Sunday evening, we decided to keep him home and keep an eye on him and try to get some help from the doctors covering his psych's maternity leave.

We of course were late getting off as usual, it was cold and dreary outside. We got there and he did get it fixed and it does look much better and he is very pleased with it. We got out of there, and remembered that we forgot the doctors note. The secretary from Dakota's school had already called and asked where he was, upon hearing he had an appointment, she rudely hung up on me! So we definitely wanted to get that note. We headed back and got it, took off for home again and then remembered we needed to borrow Papa's vacuum cleaner. So, we turned around again, went back all the way across town and stopped at Papas. I had been having back and forth conversations with the nurse at the psych's office, and stopped to talk to her for a minute there. Then off with the vacuum, decided to stop and get something from the grocery for dinner on the way home.

Off to home we went after the grocery. I was so exhausted by now I was trying not to fall asleep. I prompted Dakota what he needed to do quickly once we arrived at our house and I gathered him up and took him back to school. Got to his school, realized he had done none of what I asked and we drove BACK to the house. I made SURE he did it this time, and then we headed back to his school. Meanwhile, I get another call from the nurse that they need blood work done on Hunter ASAP. So, back to the house again, gather up everyones stuff, threw dinner in the crockpot, potty break and back on the road to Springfield. Took him to the lab, drew the blood and sat amongst some of the sickest people I have seen for some time (Please, God don't let us catch whatever they have!) and back to home AGAIN.

I'm really falling out by this time, so we hit the door, I set my alarm to wake me in 30 minutes to go pick up the boys and hit the bed with Giovanna. Ten minutes into laying down, phone starts ringing incessantly. Aaron's on break. He apologizes for waking us, we talk and it's time to get the kids.

So I pick up everyone, get them started on homework and crash with Giovanna, finally. Hunter was being silly and loud, but everything was going okay. Then he comes and gets me- he is just outraged over something with Dakota. Then the drama started.

He was losing the ability to understand what was going on around him, and getting worked up. I dealt with him until Aaron came home, and then we both talked to him and prepared dinner. After dinner came bed, and that's when it really got bad. Tristan was being silly coming down for his bedtime drink and dancing down the stairs. I gave him his drink and he went up- then he started crying/screaming. Hunter was angry at him and said he tapped him on the leg and he was trying to get him in trouble. Tristan was clearly hurt, but managed to tell him Hunter hit him in the face. One look at Tristan's face told the story, he had been hit.

Aaron immediately went to work, trying to get the truth out of Hunter. Unfortunately Hunter really did remember his version of the story. He had passed over the line with his hallucinations, he had hurt someone. So, back to the alarm on the door, and lockdown. My worst nightmare, and his I'm sure. He was instructed to call us when he needed to go to the bathroom. As it turned out, that meant almost every hour all night.

I'm starting to think that there may be a connection there. He is always so exhausted, but we had no idea that he was getting up so often at night. I'm hoping that maybe the tests yesterday will show something but I'm definitely going to call the doctors this morning and let them know about this frequent waking. He has been going every 2 hours during the day as well. As a baby he had diabetes incipidus (water diabetes) I'm wondering if maybe it has returned with puberty or if the lithium has set it off again.

It seems everytime things start going really good, something like this comes along. I feel bad for everyone involved, but especially Hunter. He was just devastated this morning over what happened, even though he still doesn't remember. He and Tristan made up and there was mucho hugging, but of course the trust is gone. I am having him shadow me today, never being out of my sight. I think that is the only way to deal with him at this point until he is stabilized. I will not hospitalize again, because it has never been of any benefit to him or us, it has only exacerbated the problem and prolonged his recovery. He wants to return to school but I don't think it's a good idea at this point. I plan on talking to the doctor this morning. I have cancelled his appointment today, I don't think it's a good idea to take him out and I don't have the money for the copay anyway. UGH.

I'm going to work on housework and that stinkin teapot. Hopefully today will be an opportunity for recovery for us all.