And.... then he deterred his rage and cried (almost) and told me he would never take this medication again- that it has made him very depressed and he can't practice trumpet, that he can't even play his scales. He's upset. We talked. He's in the shower now.
I'm supposed to see his therapist (a new one) tomorrow. He is the last effort I am willing to make for out-patient tdocs. If he so much as does like the other ones, where they are trying to force an answer on us before they even have time to hear the problem, I am soooo done.
