It doesn't seem fair, Linn. I know how scared and helpless I felt in hospital last year, both of them. Nobody was listening and they did nothing but make things worse. I am fortunate to be here. I was better off at home finding a couple of gems of docs who knew what the fuck was going on and treated me for it!

For now, I hope Tom gets a good night's rest AND you, too. Since screaming isn't an option, how about beating up on a pillow, stamping your feet, writing out more of your frustrations either here or just on paper, etc.? I wish you could let yourself cry..imo tears can really help with release of all the rage, impotence, etc. one feels when all the crap is hitting the fan.

As others have said, and you, it sure sounds like the meds are wreaking havoc. Have a list of questions for his PCP and make sure you get answers on Monday. Ask for an advocate at the rehab place if all else fails.

Spaw, good call on the taxes. Linn, do you have a friend or two who could help you with all of the things you need to do? It doesn't hurt to delegate/accept help. I know you know this and are already accepting some, but maybe there's more? Like grocery shopping, schlepping stuff up and down the driveway, delivering whatever to whomever, etc.?

May all good things come to pass, now, for you and Tom. This, or something better, for the highest good of all concerned. So mote it be.

Love you,

kat