to go with my whine. It's been a rough week. This was supposed to be a restful week for me since difficult child was in MN. It's been anything but. difficult child 2 went off the deep end starting Monday. Long story short, we spent Wednesday in the ER for a psychiatric evaluation. It was lots of fun with screaming and cursing and chair slinging...security pacing outside the door and popping in now and then. And me telling him that if he told me to F off or shut up one more time that I was out. That I am not his mother and am not legally responsible to be around. That I have bent over backwards trying to help him and would *not* be treated like that. And yet, they didn't admit him. Health is always an issue, but I'm not living and breathing it anymore. It is what it is and when they figure it out, they figure it out. There's nothing else I can do about it. But, then I fell out of the shower tonight. Took a hunk of meat out of my index finger, have a hand-sized bruise on my thigh, wrenched my right shoulder, have a nice bruise on my left shoulder blade and hit my head on the floor. No one was here and I laid on the bathroom floor wet and naked for 10 minutes trying to figure out how I was going to get up. I'm not seriously injured, just hurt like hell. But it was just another slap in the face by my betraying body. Then I'm talking to my friend of 6 years and the only depression medication that has ever worked for him (he's tried them all) is no longer working. I asked him if he had tried alternative therapies like acupuncture. Apparently, he thinks that kind of thing is "quackery" and he was getting hostile about. I was only trying to help and it was only a suggestion. I know he's struggling, but after the stuff with difficult child 2, my fall...was just feeling too emotionally fragile to deal with that. difficult child should be home soon. I really hope she's in a good mood. Thanks for listening.