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The thoughts and ideas of a little dachshund (who is in charge of things)

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

There Goes The Fear....

Last week, Ma finally had her appointment with the psychiatrist.  She said he was a lovely doctor, and even though the assessment was meant to be an hour, it ran into almost 2 hours, so I guess he was a patient chap.  From what I gather, Ma has two diagnosis and she said they overlap ... Borderline  Personality Disorder and Bi Polar Affective Disorder Type II.  Dr Ostler has devised a plan to wean Mum off her Sertraline and Mirtazapine and then she has to be drug free for 3 months before he decides what mood stabiliser to prescribe.  She has 2 weeks on a half  dose and then stops. I think she is a bit frightened as she has been on them for 8 years, and I know Dr Parkin said it was a high dose for her tiny frame... Tomorrow is the first week of the half dose and Dad keeps telling Mum how well she is doing.. But Mum has doubts ( she carrys them in a little sack with her ).   I notice her looking out the window , and I don't know what makes her  face look so sad  and lost, as I follow her gaze and all I can see is the wood pigeons fighting over the seed that we put out every day?  But I am keeping a very close eye on her for Dad as he wants this  "transitional period " to go as smoothly as possible.   She is fretting about how much she perspires  at the moment, and keeps washing and overloading her deodorant.  Mind you, Piggy is viewing this weaning as a  blessing in disguise, because Mum is sleeping for England right now, and there's not much Piggy enjoys more than a sleep.  The food-dish is always half full for Piggy .  Meanwhile I am going to find out as much as I can about Mum's diagnoses so I can be alert.