There has been a shift in the balance of power.

I know that is the wrong attitude. I know this isn't about allies and enemies. I still can't shake that old "Et tu Brute" feeling.

Monica is on the verge of firing her current doctor and finding a different primary care physician. I kinda felt like the doctor was trying to get Monica better, and off of all the damn medication she was taking. I don't know what this means medically, medicinally or personally. I'm not sure what the status of "the plan" is. Will the new doctor give Monica the Fiorinal that we have been working hard to get out of her system? Are all bets off?
The answer is : "Beats the heck out of me."
Ew. I don't like that answer .

I know what your'e thinking.
"Just tell her :'forget it'.... make her stick to the plan and her doctor."
Unfortunately that is easier said than done, because I think I have lost Monica's mother to the Dark Side. It was her mother who is now suggesting that Monica find a new doctor. It's her mother that now thinks than Monica's problem isn't too much Fiorinal.... but rather - too little anti-depressant medication.

I don't think I agree with her theory.
I mean sure, she may need to have the anti-depressants increased, or changed or adjusted. But I don't think that is the cornerstone of her problems... I can't agree with my mother in-law's theory that if Monica felt less-depressed, she would just stop taking the pills, and get up, and contribute to the family. Monica loves her mother's theory.
Depression may have caused the problem, it certainly contributes to the problem... but that alone won't repair the problem.... this is why Monica's doctor wanted her to go and see a Psychiatrist weekly.

We are heading out of town tommorow. My first Thanksgiving without my Father in-law, Ted, in 8 or 9 years. I don't have to witness all the phoney hugs and kisses he gives all the girls, the artificial sentimentality, or the stupid "Santa hat/Cowboy boot ensemble" he'll wear. (I do have something to be grateful for this year!)
I'm nervous as hell about going out of town, Monica hasn't strung together three consecutive "Good Days" in over 6 months. I was prepared to veto the trip early, to avoid potential disappointment, in fact, we were originally invited to go up to my Dad's new house up on the Olympic Penninsula, but Monica was feeling too crappy, so I politly declined the invitation. But she feels pretty good right now, and she gave the trip her official OK.

My mom is making turkey, ham and sushi.... yum, just like the pilgrims made.

"Pass the sushi"

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