Well, the other night was fucking awful, but things are better now. My mother is on a lot of psych meds and and because of the surgery she couldn't take them for two days. At about 1 pm the day before yesterday she started hearing a marching band. I couldn't hear it, but then, I was born deaf and my hearing isn't exactly stellar. She still seemed fine but the drumming was getting louder and louder and not stopping, then she realized she was hearing the air conditioning, much more acutely than before. Soon it was other things, she was hearing conversations all the way down the hall in perfect detail. Her sense of smell became hyper acute too. She could smell the tiny spritz of vanilla scent I sprayed on myself after my shower, before I even left the bathroom, which should have been impossible. As night fell she got to the point where she couldn't close her eyes because every time she did she saw horrible things. She couldn't stand me being even across the room, I had to hold her hand. Of course, by then I had realized what was going on, having gone through withdrawal off some of the same medicines myself. Her withdrawal was just coming early and ten times stronger than anyone could have expected.
Since she could not take her tablets orally I tried to get her something like Ativan, which can be injected, to at least ease her anxiety and help her sleep, but we had to wait for the psychiatrist. All night long she had nightmares, talking and yelling in her sleep the whole time. I couldn't let go of her hand and had to wake her up whenever I thought they were getting too bad, which was at least ten times. I haven't seen her so crazy in years.
Thankfully, early the next morning the psychiatrist was able to come and give her her medicines. It was horrible, but only one bad experience this whole time, which is really saying something for a week and a half in a hospital.
Yesterday, after that horrible night of no sleep I had to go down to the foreign relations office as my mother's representative and register her, as she is here on a medical visa. Despite being dreadfully tired and still a bit anxious about my mother, I really enjoyed seeing more of Mumbai. The shops that I can't wait to explore, the animals wandering the streets downtown. I ate lunch at the best restaurant. I real hole-in-the-wall, famous in the city, where I cot samosa soup and a sweet dessert, the name of which I cannot remember (ghouleb something?), all for 5
about 25 cents. I love the monsoons. The deep grey skies contrast with the bright green and orange of the foliage. All the colors are saturated from being drenched everyday, and on occasion a bit of sun peeps through and the whole world glistens! I understand why in India the monsoons are considered the season of love.
Since she could not take her tablets orally I tried to get her something like Ativan, which can be injected, to at least ease her anxiety and help her sleep, but we had to wait for the psychiatrist. All night long she had nightmares, talking and yelling in her sleep the whole time. I couldn't let go of her hand and had to wake her up whenever I thought they were getting too bad, which was at least ten times. I haven't seen her so crazy in years.
Thankfully, early the next morning the psychiatrist was able to come and give her her medicines. It was horrible, but only one bad experience this whole time, which is really saying something for a week and a half in a hospital.
Yesterday, after that horrible night of no sleep I had to go down to the foreign relations office as my mother's representative and register her, as she is here on a medical visa. Despite being dreadfully tired and still a bit anxious about my mother, I really enjoyed seeing more of Mumbai. The shops that I can't wait to explore, the animals wandering the streets downtown. I ate lunch at the best restaurant. I real hole-in-the-wall, famous in the city, where I cot samosa soup and a sweet dessert, the name of which I cannot remember (ghouleb something?), all for 5
about 25 cents. I love the monsoons. The deep grey skies contrast with the bright green and orange of the foliage. All the colors are saturated from being drenched everyday, and on occasion a bit of sun peeps through and the whole world glistens! I understand why in India the monsoons are considered the season of love.
When I see the thread title I always think afterward 'Now I'm on a horse!'. 
