Another day, another appointment - yesterday had to take D to an intake appointment with the psych department at our HMO because they need to write the prescription for the Prozac - but you can't see the psychiatrist without first seeing the therapist (even though we are already seeing our own outside therapist). So poor D had to go through telling her whole story again to another person, just so we could get an appointment two weeks from now to see the psychiatrist, who will ask her the SAME questions, just to write her a prescription for the drug (which I am already giving to her anyway). Poor thing
Today I need to take her in for blood tests and an EKG, tomorrow she sees the nutritionist for the first time.
I had to tug on her slightly to eat yesterday, but in the end, I think her calorie intake was almost normal - of course, I really can't know if she is purging or not, but I'm pretty sure if she did it couldn't have happened until the evening.
She amused herself yesterday by making notes on people she saw in waiting rooms (we also had to stop at the optometrist) and last night she wrote up some hilarious descriptions. She's such a good writer, it has really taken a back seat to her songwriting this past year, but she could easily be a novelist.
I know it's going to be a very long road ahead, with lots of ups and downs, and progress and relapses, etc. etc. - but what better training could I possibly have to deal with it than to have gone through this DBing process? If it helps me save my daughter, then I don't regret a single minute of the pain that brought me here in the first place.
