Oh Christmas Tree. Not yet, not in my house.
Too busy dealing with the latest Mom event. For the past year or so my Mom gets panic attacks. This usually happens when she gets up to walk. I think she is afraid of falling, breaking a hip and dying. Just a theory. These are getting worse, and frankly, have become her biggest health issue.
So her doctor tells her to double her dose of xanax, an anti anxiety drug. (I'm really NOT happy with this doc). No more panic attacks. However, in their place, was a completely schlossed old lady.
Her caretaker called me at work yesterday morning to tell me that my Mom was fast asleep at the kitchen table and had put her hand in the hot bowl of Cream of Wheat. "What should I do?" I'm at work (thank the lord). I have NO idea what to do. But I'm in charge so I have to give an answer. She cleans up my Mom and puts my Mom on the phone later that morning.
Me: Mom, you are drunk with too much xanax.
Mom: What?
Me: repeat.
Mom: What?
Me: repeat
Mom: "Sggchilett fired Tiger"
Me: Hangs up phone.
My Mom loves (loved??) Tiger Woods. Watched him play all the time. I guess she's upset that Gillette fired him as a spokesman. Not sure though.
So I took away the pills and gave her a much smaller dose today. She still seems weird (even for her). Amazingly, I found an outpatient clinic staffed with board certified shrinks that takes Medicare and she has an appointment for January.
The lady at the clinic asked me if I would be coming in with my Mom.
Me: "Are you kidding? My Mom talking to a psychiatrist? I wouldn't miss this for the world."
This weekend, the tree goes up.

