For weeks I’ve known something was not right with my poor kid sis. I’ve been thinking I’m seeing the first signs of cracking. It’s not drug’s. Her job drug test’s all the time and she passes every time. She’s says she’s just to afraid to tempt that fate. With the addiction problems in our family and the mental illness in our family… There’s no putting the marbles back in the bag if it all goes wrong. She’s stayed on the straight path.
Last night she came into my room, woke me up and confessed to a host of problems…
Due to over the moon levels of stress she’s been afraid every time the phone rings because she’s sure it will be bad news about one of her many friends or our other siblings. So she flinches and drops things more. (that I have noticed)
She’s been hearing a voice… my voice calling for help over and over again. That’s why she’s been bolting out of her room to check on me and then seeming surprised when she sees I’m Ok. (her head is just hour after hour of me screaming for help.)
She’s been having a hard time concentrating due to panic levels and she’s loosing her amazing organization skills. I guess this month the bills were a few days late. She’s been having a hard time playing songs on the piano that I know she can play.
She’s been having episodes of hyperventilation and crying jags. (i knew about the crying) She says her vision is getting blurry. She doesn’t know if that is stress too, or she needs new glasses.
BIG ONE: SCARY.… She has always had a real sensitive stomach. Food makes her feel “bad”. Everyone has been saying it’s part of the anorexia. But she’s admitted that she’s been coughing up blood and is having a harder and harder time keeping food down. Our other brother Jack has put out the idea of a stress ulcer. I looked up what an stomach ulcer is… man, that is a mean beast.
Yesterday at work during her guard session of morning lap swim, she said was sure she saw a man in trouble so she initiated a full recovery rescue on a guy who wasn’t drowning. (that’s why she locked herself in her room yesterday.) That seems to have scared her enough to admit that she’s not doing well.
So she’s finally admitted there is a problem… Not an easy thing for her. She is going to see a doctor about the coughing up blood. But for the stress, I’m trying to figure out… what can I do? Who rescues the lifeguard?
Actually… how does one soothe an ulcer? The websites say drink milk. There has to be more to it then that. Do people get hospitalized for ulcers?