What a difference a day makes, part infinity

Since a further crisis after our initial realization that Mom had gone manic, things are much better and pretty much back to normal. While I will have lots to say, later, about the first hospital my brother brought Mom to, and how they clearly couldn’t be bothered to admit her on a Monday morning, and how this violates all kinds of laws, mostly I am grateful that her worse episode later that day was non-violent, and that she didn’t get hurt. I am also happy for her that the mania throughout has been euphoric, rather than agitated and angry. The second hospital worked what now looks like a miracle– making a diagnosis (bipolar, gee, I wonder where I got mine?) and getting her stabilized in record time on the right combination of drugs. And while I will also have lots to say, later, about how I had to play the lawyer card to get the shrink to talk to us about what was going on, her response to the drugs and her daily progress, coupled with her own statements about the doctor, were enough to convince me that he knew what he was doing, God complex and all. But yeah, I hate it when you can only get the doctors to talk to you by putting your cell number on your business card, which reads “Attorney At Law.”

But all that’s for later. She’s better, she’s coming home, she recalls what happens and is agreeable with and interested in further treatment. Thank goodness. And surest sign she’s OK? She’s starting to complain about the little things again.