Enduring

Right now I feel like we are enduring until the new med gets up to therapeutic levels. Daughter wet the bed last night, but she was up early this morning and when she woke me up at 6:13 she was showered and dressed with the wet stuff in a laundry basket. After a hyper morning, we're having a depressed evening. She hates herself. She can't stop thinking about the lies she told. God will never forgive her. She needs to go to the hospital.

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She didn't report Flasher, though she says she did talk to him about it. He claims he was playing around. She says he apologized. I again expressed concern for her safety with him. She says she's afraid to break up with him.

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I think the desire for the hospital is a desire to run away from the mess she has created. I'm not taking her to the hospital. I am watching her closely. I am learning patience as I wait for her moods to level out some and her to regain a grasp on reality.

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At supper tonight her blood sugar had gone up 30 points from what it was when she got home. "Anything you want to tell me?"

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"No."

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"Are you going to just tell me and get it over with, or are you going to wait until I figure out what is missing?"

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"I was into the chopped dates. But there are still some left."

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"Go get them."

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It's a start-- she told me the truth with only a little prompting.