when the Lamictal's in her blood...

Trish had to go up to the ER Friday, with acute anger, agitation & paranoia. Earlier in the day, Karen our Kaseworker (not Krazy Karen the Biggolith's wife or Karen Relationships, friend of Breakfast Cathedral) for lunch at El Taco Loco; we were supposed to discuss MisCon & the motel room. When Karen arrived, she paid for our lunch out of my checkbook & got us back our money. Trish complained this was "like gambling", raced out of the place, & aborted a friendship. She called Dr. Vickie (& Mrs. Vick) in Schnook, long-distance, who suggested having Dr. Huffman write up a script for Ativan until the Lamictal kicked in. Huffman was gone, his nurse was gone; the on-call nurse sent us up to the Invisible Hospital where Dr. Pollock gave her some Ativan as "a band-aid for the weekend" & then had us make an appointment with Huffman as soon as possible, which was yesterday. Dr. Huffman thought the problem was that she was on too low a dose of Lamictal, & jacked it up. He says he hopes some day to replace the Depakote with Lamictal. She just took her last Ativan (noncorean buzz pills) & is prepared for work. Fred will be giving her a ride up, & Jeffer Auss will do it on the return trip, along with watching the Invisible TV station.