Last Friday morning, my son's weight dropped to 108. I called his GI and he asked me what I wanted to do..I said, "I would like to admit him in the morning."
The doctor agreed and arrangements were made.
That night, my son went from being a totally rational person to one with delusions. He told me that he was a time traveler, caught in a loop..he was afraid he was going to be killed, again, at the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, I informed the doc on call about the delusions and for 2 days that's all they seemed to focus on. My son did not receive and IV or any medical care and a sitter was put in his room 24/7 to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself or others, although he has never threatened to hurt anyone and has zero history of violence. When he used the restroom, he had to leave the door open a crack.
On day 3, they convinced us to move him to the psychiatric floor, where they have very limited medical anything. No way to give him an IV, even, but they said the GIs would be very involved.
His weight was still dropping, but they continued to focus on his mind! He got to 104. His lucidity would come and go, but much of the time, he looked terrified and seemed to be caught in a nightmare. He only expressed being fearful, nothing threatening. "Why do I have to die here again? Why do they want to kill me?"
He would hear someone cough in the next room and was sure he'd caused it.
He felt responsible for the problems of people in the world whom he'd never met. A couple of times, he pleaded with me to save myself and flee the hospital. Other times, he'd be himself and speak normally, for hours. He told me once, "I was in scary town."
The GIs didn't want to put him on steroids as they thought it could make the psychosis worse, but a psychiatric dr finally asked me if I'd be okay with it on day 5 or 6 and I agreed, as the weight was still falling. He was dying IMO.
It was like he was on fire and they were talking about policy, meetings, plans without urgency. On day 2 in the psych ward, he got bloody diarrhea, something he never has at home. They were feeding him junk food and stressing him out!
Day before yesterday, he gained 2 lbs, but lost it all yesterday..
I feel pretty angry right now, as I saw him suffer so much, needlessly.
We seriously considered just taking him home a couple of times...
I'm afraid to call and get his weight this morning...
The doctor agreed and arrangements were made.
That night, my son went from being a totally rational person to one with delusions. He told me that he was a time traveler, caught in a loop..he was afraid he was going to be killed, again, at the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, I informed the doc on call about the delusions and for 2 days that's all they seemed to focus on. My son did not receive and IV or any medical care and a sitter was put in his room 24/7 to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself or others, although he has never threatened to hurt anyone and has zero history of violence. When he used the restroom, he had to leave the door open a crack.
On day 3, they convinced us to move him to the psychiatric floor, where they have very limited medical anything. No way to give him an IV, even, but they said the GIs would be very involved.
His weight was still dropping, but they continued to focus on his mind! He got to 104. His lucidity would come and go, but much of the time, he looked terrified and seemed to be caught in a nightmare. He only expressed being fearful, nothing threatening. "Why do I have to die here again? Why do they want to kill me?"
He would hear someone cough in the next room and was sure he'd caused it.
He felt responsible for the problems of people in the world whom he'd never met. A couple of times, he pleaded with me to save myself and flee the hospital. Other times, he'd be himself and speak normally, for hours. He told me once, "I was in scary town."
The GIs didn't want to put him on steroids as they thought it could make the psychosis worse, but a psychiatric dr finally asked me if I'd be okay with it on day 5 or 6 and I agreed, as the weight was still falling. He was dying IMO.
It was like he was on fire and they were talking about policy, meetings, plans without urgency. On day 2 in the psych ward, he got bloody diarrhea, something he never has at home. They were feeding him junk food and stressing him out!
Day before yesterday, he gained 2 lbs, but lost it all yesterday..
I feel pretty angry right now, as I saw him suffer so much, needlessly.
We seriously considered just taking him home a couple of times...
I'm afraid to call and get his weight this morning...
