Okay I had to stay late at work to answer this one. I have had an endoscopy/colonoscopy/lower bowel investigated/a pap smear/ one of my best friends died, and my difficult child is back in the hospital as of this morning. I spent three days with VCR tapes whizzing past my head some didn't whiz they met there target. My head. I was kicked spit on, hit, hair pulled, shoved, called every name in the book and then some. I was 4 1/2 hours late for work and the nurse at the psychiatric hospital, said I should have a more understanding boss. They asked me the same old tired questions about consequences, and discipline. The officer that tranported her was all Honey, it's going to be okay, I know you didn't want to do all of those things to your mommy, did you? She said No, I didn't of course. LMAO. I was almost to the point of hysterical. I told the cop who we have had before, you are not a mental health officer, just tranport her please. He always wants to baby her and coddle everything she has done. Get to the hospital and the therapist, says I see you have an appointment on the 14th with you regular psychiatrist, what I would really like to see is for you to to go back home and get along until your appointment. Then I did crack up. I told her to call her psychiatrist and see if that is what she wanted, when she came back she had a whole new attitude. difficult child's regular psychiatrist, knows my daughter well, and she knows me well, and she knows that if I have brought her then she needs to stay. The last two weeks have been so much fun. I am sure hoping that it gets better. All my tests results came back good. That was some good news. They are going to stop testing now, more good news. I can get some much needed rest tonight and a break from all of the drama. Yippee.
