It's not going especially well with R and his bulimia. I put out an SOS to C last night and asked him to stop home on his lunch hour, which he did. He didn't like the way R looked, prescribed some salt tablets and potassium for him and kissed me before he went back to the office. I picked up the meds and the instructions weren't clear to me so I texted him. Gave R one of each pill after I texted to get the meds on board.
I have a busy few days and started work on preps for my meetings while waiting for C to text back with instructions. He said that was enough meds for now. I continued my work. G called and I broke down--cried with frustration, worry, anger (at C) and selfishness because I have my first ballet lesson in 20 years tomorrow (I was a ballet dancer, teacher and choreographer until 20 years ago) and, as worried as I am about R, I am TRYING to GAL while this whole crappy thing plays out. While we were on the phone, C called to tell me he made arrangements for R to have some blood work done and he was on the way home to pick him up. I got R's shoes and his Medicaid card and we waited for C. They had to rush because the lab closed at 5pm. C brought him back home and told me the results will be ready sometime tomorrow. The labs will tell us how bad his electrolytes are and if we need to bump up the meds or do MORE---[censored] but better this than a seizure and a ride to the ER by ambulance. Told me to give R another salt tablet with his dinner and keep doing what we're doing. Kissed me then left.
I am exhausted. The only thing that encourages me is C is truly worried about our son and has been concerned and helpful. My husband is IN THERE. My sons' concerned Dad is IN THERE. I am trying, boy am I trying, to hold it together. It's hard to do the 180 while my disabled son is having health issues and his Dad is a physician. Am sobbing as I type this because I don't know what else to do.
