The hyperactivity is finally calming down.  Right now there are only moments of hyperactivity surrounded by normal activity.  At least that is what it seems to me.  The girls think I am still quite hyper, but I can sit and focus and think so it is definitely better.  And I am tired.  That's got to be good.  I will take the med again in an hour or so.  I hope things level out.  I don't really want to try another med though I will if this one doesn't work.  We'll see what tomorrow holds.



M is really sad.  She is hurt that I don't want her to be in her room.  She is hurt that I don't trust her to have her razor during a soak bath.  Hello!  She said she didn't know if she was going to try to kill herself and that she didn't know if she would tell me if she was.  What else would I do?  Just give her free reign of anything and everything that could harm her?  I don't think so!  She is enjoying little things like sunshine and rain and wind and salad and refills on her drink and the taste of tea.  She is polite and remembering to thank me for things or ask me for things instead of assuming she is entitled to things.  I know some of this didn't come from the hospital stay.  Some of it is beginning to be less depressed and reminded of the beautiful young lady she was before the depression began robbing her of those things.



A is edgy.  Who can blame her?  She has had to carry a lot of responsibility this week; watching the girls and staying home alone and being strong when she visited her sister.  And now I am hyper which has to be annoying. And M is home and no one really thinks she should be.  Well no one except the dr and/or therapist that released her.  I really don't like that therapist.  I still think Bryan was a better choice than Immanuel and I will take her back to Bryan if she needs to go back.  I just hope it's not soon.