Sick

Katrina has been pretty sick this weekend. Probably the sickest she has been through all of this so far. I've got to watch the clock pretty closely and keep as much anti-nausea stuff in her as I can or she gets sick right on cue.

She has also had kind of a re-lapse in the clarity of her thinking. She'll say off the wall stuff ever once in a while again and it really feels like she can't tell the difference between things she dreamed and reality. (Example: she is going to be Chantry's Mayor (not our son, my friend Chantry) because he is too busy in young men's, and she just barely got done telling me how her "Junior People" need to come get her nose.) To be honest I'm more than a little worried by it all.

The other day she ran out of the anti-depressants they gave her in the hospital  because they didn't give her any refills and she wanted to try to go without it. I'm going to talk to Diane, our nurse, tomorrow about getting her back on them I don't know if that is playing into all this or not but she does seem to be down more than she has been since they put her on them in the hospital.