So my mother finally got passed the withdrawal. Yesterday we woke early and went to see her psychiatrist. It was a hard morning. Her stomach was acting up. Had she eaten anything, of any substance, the past few days she would have been vomiting. As it was, she simply dry heaved every so often.
My cousin's boyfriend gave us a lift to the doctors office. This was a blessing. I don't think my mother could have handled the bus in her condition. By the time we arrived at the doctor's office she was doing better. Probably thanks to the Alka-Seltzer she took.
We didn't have to wait long. Her doctor saw us rather quickly. She upped her anxiety medication by four fold. Which was something my mother was worried about. With the prescription in hand and nice little walk in front of her, she did something I hadn't seen for quite a while. She smiled. I was so unbelievably happy. We bought some fruit, filled her prescription and took the bus home.
With the anxiety medication in her system and a much needed sense of calm about her, she finally relaxed. As happy as I was, I was more tired than anything. Emotionaly and physically exhausted.
And then there was an earthquake. At the time I thought maybe I just had the shakes. Funnily enough my mother didn't feel a thing.
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