The hospital only gave us 30 days of medication with stern instructions that he cannot run out or stop taking these pills, or he’ll end up right back in the hospital.
Well, you spend hours every morning before work on the phone, begging, pleading, crying with anyone who will listen, to write refills for his current prescription. Thank God, his pediatrician has helped us with this. Otherwise we would have been admitting him into the hospital every 30 days for refills.
Because today, I’ve got nothing funny to tell.
Today I’m crying.
Today he refused to take his pills to the point where I was afraid that I was going to have to admit him into the hospital again.
Today I saw the face of the monster that lives inside of our son and because it scares me to my bones.
And he’s now bigger and stronger than I am. And on days like this, when he’s crashing and not making sound decisions and being cruel.
I just feel, sad. Sad for him. Sad for us. Sad for other parents who are also dealing with the same hell that we are.