When I allude to hearing voices, I don't mean in a schizophrenic way, I mean the voice of my eating disorder. Though, my T tells me it's really no different. It's the same abusive, vulgar, and derogatory language often seen in psychiatric illnesses... Great, even he seems to be hinting at my craziness...
Speaking of my T. I have a 2 hour torture session with my T, psyciatrist, gen. practitioner, and dietician tomorrow... We need to be on the "same page." I'm scared about it. I'm worried there will be some ultimatum laid out-gain x lbs by y date or in patient.
Beyond that... My baby Samuel is so sick... He has essentially no motor control of his back legs and he doesn't seem to be able to swallow normally and therefore isn't drinking or really swallowing saliva well... I had full blood work done and his chem and metabolic panels are normal and his CBC just shows very slight anemia... So, no answers there... Seems almost like a stroke or that his brain is still bleeding... I guess all I can do is make sure he isn't in pain and when/if he is make the choice to put him down. I was inconsolably in tears last Thursday night when he seemed to be convulsing. Losing him will be a huge blow for me. He's really all I have. He's my little cuddle buddy... and, with that, we both need some cuddles before bed.
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