Daughter was at the church yesterday for her volunteer day. She came in and got right to work, completing her tasks quickly. She was cooperative, in a good mood, showing her sense of humor. Administrative Assistant commented that it was good to have the old Daughter back. I agreed.
Shortly before I planned to leave to take her to supper, she informed me that she needed to eat right then, she was hungry and didn't feel good. She checked her blood sugar, which was 63. I got 00her some sugar to bring it up, and went back over her lunch-- what she'd had what her blood sugar had been, and how much insulin she'd taken. She should have been a little high.
I asked how much insulin she'd taken. Eventually she confessed to having taken an extra 10 units. I gave her sugar, we got into the car and I took her to the ER at the hospital with a psych unit. We got there a little after 5. On the way she had been telling me that she wanted to die. When the nurse told her to put on a gown and the doctor would come see her, she started screaming about how no man was going to touch her. I tried to calm her down and she started spewing ugly things at me. A number of ER staff members came running, and she was told she had to stop screaming. Eventually she did.
They fed her, since her blood sugar was only 73. Then we sat. The shift changed at 7:00. A new doctor (female) came on at 11:00, and she finally saw a doctor and was examined. They took a urine specimen and blood. I filled out the petition to have her committed for 72 hours. Some time after midnight an ambulance came and took her to community mental health. I followed. I filled out more paper work.
A therapist talked to her. They called a psychiatrist in. He talked to her alone, and then came and talked to me. He said her medication needed adjusting, and he thought Psychiatrist was the best one to do that, since she knew her. She has an appointment with Psychiatrist this Wednesday. He suggested I bring her home. I told him the last time she was with me, she broke into the pantry. I dropped her off at the group home at 2:45. I got home around 3:00.
She is adamant that she can't live in group homes anymore. She wants to move back in with me. Not happening. I hope that with a medication adjustment, she'll recognize that she is in a good group home and be willing to stay. I hope. For some reason, I'm tired today.