Sometimes, up here in my office overflowing with paper and deadlines, I get annoyed when I hear nothing going on downstairs except the sound of televisions. The military channel for Todd, and cartoons for Rob. It's hard for me to understand a depression that's insurmountable for these guys.
Rob almost got into trouble last night... he gave me vague info about a near confrontation. I reminded him that if he hits anyone it is assault, and making threats will also involve policemen. I reminded him how worried he was about jail time over the alcohol possession. I hope it was enough to deter him.
He is depressed. But it's a depression that's easily irritated, agitated, and angry. He says he feels "flat". I reminded him that he said he felt "flat" before, and that he thought it was due to the drugs. He said he wonders if he really is bipolar, because it's been awhile since he took his meds. I said it could take months, he could be in a good place right now. That's when he told me what he almost did last night. He was driving around looking for this guy, but I guess the kid chickened out and didn't turn up.
Todd went to an AA meeting today. Good for him - he got out of the house and did a little socializing. He's done with the outpatient thing, so I'm glad he made a plan to keep getting out of the house.
I saw the rheumatologist this morning Got some cortisone shots in my knees. I'm an old woman. Getting older every day.
Luckily, my little rockstar manages to brighten each of my days with updates of good things happening for him. And when he attributes some of his success to me, I deny any responsibility, but I feel all warm inside and I want to yell out loud for all to hear - "That's MY BOY"!
Sometimes, up here in my office overflowing with paper and deadlines, I get annoyed when I hear nothing going on downstairs except the sound of televisions. The military channel for Todd, and cartoons for Rob. It's hard for me to understand a depression that's insurmountable for these guys.
Rob almost got into trouble last night... he gave me vague info about a near confrontation. I reminded him that if he hits anyone it is assault, and making threats will also involve policemen. I reminded him how worried he was about jail time over the alcohol possession. I hope it was enough to deter him.
He is depressed. But it's a depression that's easily irritated, agitated, and angry. He says he feels "flat". I reminded him that he said he felt "flat" before, and that he thought it was due to the drugs. He said he wonders if he really is bipolar, because it's been awhile since he took his meds. I said it could take months, he could be in a good place right now. That's when he told me what he almost did last night. He was driving around looking for this guy, but I guess the kid chickened out and didn't turn up.
Todd went to an AA meeting today. Good for him - he got out of the house and did a little socializing. He's done with the outpatient thing, so I'm glad he made a plan to keep getting out of the house.
I saw the rheumatologist this morning Got some cortisone shots in my knees. I'm an old woman. Getting older every day.
Luckily, my little rockstar manages to brighten each of my days with updates of good things happening for him. And when he attributes some of his success to me, I deny any responsibility, but I feel all warm inside and I want to yell out loud for all to hear - "That's MY BOY"!