What a week, visiting
Andrew at St. Francis. Such a range of feelings. I was devastatingly angry with
John and Andrew. I was vicious to John and also found room to be loving caring
and funny. It really is quite a dream.
The cast of characters, the nurses, the
psychiatrist seem like out of a novel. Read that One Flew Over A Cuckoos Nest. Not really quite that stereotypical.
Andrew improved during the week on massive doses of Depakote and
we broke for home on Friday morning. It was a week from hell. I could not go into
the Citadel to pick up Andrew’s things so John went alone. The Citadel staff was nice but it felt to me
like going to a morgue. I was angry and very sad and kept trying to put things
into perspective. John was a soldier through it all as I repeatedly accused him
of being insensitive, uncaring etc.
No comments:
Post a Comment