I am reading a book by Joe Abercrombie and one of the first lines in the book is that it is always better to start at the end. So I’m doing it! What if it’s all parasites?
And now back up to give you a bit of context or you can cut to the chase and go directly to the point-Take me to post 2! My daughter Amy was a happy kid. Loved to be around people, made friends easily and she was always on her phone talking or texting to at least one of them. And then right before her senior year of high school, things started to change. She didn’t have any friends, (she still had lots), she hated school (was getting straight A’s), she wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t get into college (see the straight A’s.). And then she started crying at school all the time. She was under no pressure from us to do anything. As long as she did her best she was good with us, but still there were tears and tons of self inflicted pressure. I talked to counselors, we sent her to a reputable therapist and things got worse.
She started falling into full clinical depression, she stopped talking to people, stopped her nightly gaming for a bit to unwind with friends. She thought that maybe donating blood for Zika research would make her feel better about herself, she would be doing something good for society. She would start doing service work, that would help. But the end of that week, she was in the ER for a blood pressure of 80/44. Her labs were normal except that she was anemic. They advised me to have her rest and maybe get some drugs for the depression. She went back to school on Monday, but that was the start. Within a week the depression had gotten really bad, so we thought maybe fostering animals. But the next day she collapsed; was unable to walk. Back to the ER with a bp of 72/40 this time. Again normal labs with the exception of still being anemic. This was in November.
Turns out I’m allergic to cats, so we got a dog at Thanksgiving as an emotional support animal. that helped a bit, but not enough. The mental/emotional was getting worse and worse. In December we started on Celexa for depression. So because she is so bad, the risk of suicide is high in the first two weeks of Celexa. We take off work, take her out of school, and can’t leave her alone for a minute those two weeks. She had gotten to the point where things were just short of suicidal. And her health had continued to decline, but besides being anemic (which a lot of girls are) her labs were all normal. At this point, I’m trying to get her to a specialist.
And this story is continued in Part 2