Another month with no progress for Jim, he has days where he becomes psychotic and days of nothingness. They try this med and that med and now it's time for me to bring him home with some help until I can find some real help for him. I can no longer let this part of his life go on with no chance of progress and his doctor agrees.
I have been told the clinic can no longer hold my job. I was stunned. Not enough medical leave accumulated since I had the back surgery. I fractured my SI joints, where the top of the hips touch the pelvis, so walking and sitting takes it's toll.
So, I think of where we stand, I pay out of pocket for insurance, not an option for long, go to Florida for help, Mayo, yet how can Jim travel, research a rehab facility nearby that takes his medicare. Will it be the same thing all over again.
I bought a car with the auto insurance money but can only drive short distances for now.
I spend mot of the day researching options.
The mornings are the worse, I wake up wondering why I'm not getting ready for work and then I remember.