Adventures in Psychopharmacology

So my mother is in the hospital again. We had to admit her last week due to another urinary tract infection, for which she is being presently treated.

Over the course of her admittance, the doctors also determined that it might be a good idea to vacate her psychiatric medications to determine whether her confusion was being caused by the antidepressants that she has been taking for the better part of the last 40 years.

This was a BAD IDEA, and myself, my uncle and two aunts (I had a bit of a “posse” with me after her admittance) all implored the physicians to not stop her psychiatric medication…

But they did so anyway. As a result, over the weekend, my mother became psychotic.

I don’t really want to get into details about her episode online, but it is a great understatement to suggest that both my mother and the nurses taking care of her had tremendously difficult weekend experiences.

As of Monday afternoon, the psychiatrist on staff was resuming her medication, but mom was still not herself. We are hoping that as she resumes her medications, her psychiatric symptoms will ease, but that’s going to take some time.

In the interim, she’s still being treated for her urinary tract infection, but the psychiatric crisis caused by her lack of medication is of current precedence.

I have no idea what’s going to happen in terms of being able to blog over the course of the end of the Red Wings’ season, beginning of the Grand Rapids Griffins’ playoff push, or the lead-up to the World Championship. I wish I could be doing that stuff right now.

Right now I am dealing with mom’s acute health issues, and I am needed there.