1st, the good news. V's doing better - still hearing voices, but now that she's in the hospital and knows that she's safe, she's improved a lot. So much so, that when Amber was visiting last night, V told her "okay, you can go home now"! Vintage V, she'll let you know exactly how she's feeling and when she's had enough of you.
The bad news - in the time-honored tradition of bureaucrats everywhere, the people who run Victoria's residence are planning on filing a complaint against Amber and/or V's doctor - blaming them for V's breakdown. Incredible! I don't know what to say. Amber does EVERYTHING for her sister, including everything her counselors are supposed to do, and they're now blaming her? They're saying the combination of meds V's on is the cause of the breakdown, never mind the fact that the hospital hasn't said that's the case. V's been on medication to control her weight. The part of your brain that tells you that you're full isn't working on V and she'll just eat and eat and eat - Amber took her to a doctor a few months ago and was able to get her a prescription for Meridia. Now, one of the side effects is mood changes - but this was not a mood change, it was psychosis. Assholes.
We've been blessed to have wonderful family and friends who've been supporting us through all of this, from as far away as San Diego and Sri Lanka! I especially want to thank my little brother's father-in-law Clark (a psychiatrist), who called the other night and helped us a ton.
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