Well Lil, the nightmare has come true. W weaned a bit faster than she should have, and yesterday was her meltdown day. She called me from work a few times, each time saying how dizzy and nauseous and icky she was feeling, asking me what she should do, etc. She had "accidentally" skipped a dose of the Paxil CR the night before, and she was feeling it. I suggested that she take a dose right away, but she didn't bring it with her to work. I suggested that she call her mom/dad (they live 10 mins. from her workplace) and get a ride to their house so she could rest/nap for a few hours, but she didn't want to "inform them of her situation" (in other words, she's hiding this from them). She mentioned that she would go out to her car and sit there for a while in the colder air and calm down. When I called her an hour later, she was back at her desk and still feeling like crap.
In mid-afternoon, she called back and said that she was driving home. I told her to be careful and that I would call before coming home. I did at about 5PM. I got home, wrangled kids, made dinner, cleaned up, etc. She joined us for a little dinner and then went straight back to bed. She helped to get the kids ready for bed and then went back to bed herself.
Today, W is staying home from work. She threw up once last night, and she tossed and turned for some of the night. She's still sleeping.
I haven't asked how she plans on proceeding with this weaning, but I will be hounding her to call the doctor and ask the proper way to do it. Imagine, this is the woman who, many years ago, used to tell me to call the doctor if I was feeling sick for 2 days in a row... who used to insist that I go for a physical every 2 years, just to have things checked out. Now, she avoids talking to the doctor because she's "afraid" of what he'll say to her.
Needless to say, when things like this happen, I'm supportive but not doting/fawning. I'll get things for W (water, meds, extra pillow) but I won't go over and kiss her head and say things like, "awwww my poor sweetie" or anything. She's an adult, and I won't baby her right now, again, if ever. Those days are over.
