So, last night was an adventure.
Gonna try to shorten it up because it's difficult to talk about.
Got a text from my dad saying he needs help with my mom. I rush over, run inside and low and behold............ she's crying and shaking. Said that my sister died in a car crash. Well, my sister wasn't in a wreck. My mom was hallucinating, just straight up out of it.
Squad took her to the ER. Doctors are belittling fools. They wanted to initially write it down as withdrawal. She has been on antidepressants and Xanax for 40 years so I can understand why they would say that. Wasn't until us siblings stressed how much mental issues her side of the family has endured; Alzheimer's, dementia, etc., before they wanted to chart for a psych eval.
I was really scared and still am. I'm known as the "rock" in my family. I'm the one to keep everyone calm and collected, or just be the collected one when everyone else can't. I have to admit, I don't know if I can be the one to hold up if it turns out the way us kids think it will. My oldest son is 14 and my mom quite didn't understand that I had a son, yet alone 3 kids altogether. That hit me pretty hard emotionally. And to top all this crap off, my wife is pissed because I didn't check in every 5 seconds or initially tell her everything that was going on as soon as I walked into my parents house.
My mom even had trouble recognizing me as her son. I was so hoping for a better year than 2017.
If you're religious or not, prayers from God, Buddha, Mohammed, whoever else would be great for the family. Just for the strength to deal with whatever happens.
Thanks for listening