The last two weeks came straight out of hell and culminated with another suicide attempt last night. P is stable and breathing on his own. He sneaked around and got a refill on Ativan, even after the medicine was discontinued by his MD. I had no idea he had them. He took between 40 and 50 of the two milligram tablets. He was semi-conscious when paramedics arrived and is in hospital awaiting transfer back to the crisis unit where he spent the four weeks in January and February.
I have been writing all these days, just did’t publish anything. My book is getting thicker by the day.
