why I'm surly tonight

Baptist gave up. I knew they were going to. Dr. J had said that they were going to put in for a transfer to Butner because it would take weeks. "Besides," she said, "If she's doing well, we can turn it down." Less than a week later a bed came open and they didn't turn it down. I have to give my permission for them to give Benadryl, but I have no say in her being driven across the state to a new hospital by a sheriff's deputy.

It's a bad time because they have just started her on a new medication and are tweaking others. Psych meds often have to be started at low doses and then increased gradually. Sometimes you have to prescribe different drugs in the interim, while the new drugs are being increased. And then there are the drugs that are given to stave off the sometimes horrible side effects of other drugs the patient is on. She is right in the middle of all this.

Luckily I have the email address of our former social worker at Butner and I email her to tell her Elizabeth is on her way and not to change any meds. They can't add anything without permission but they can take her off. Tonight the admitting doc calls to ask my permission to put her on new meds. I say no and ask that she stay on what she was already on until I can meet with them. He can't find a record of her being on any meds. I tell him what I think they are and he finally finds a reference to that. He agrees to leave her on her current drugs and let me take it up with her medical team tomorrow. He is very nice and tells me how Elizabeth is doing. She is excited to be back because she will get to see me more.

I'm going to take a hot bath and read my murder mystery and eat ice cream and pet a cat. And then I'm going to go to bed. That's the best plan I can come up with at the moment. I'll think about it tomorrow.