Hospitals, and Hiatus

Last night N took an overdose of venlafaxine when she was extremely upset. B had decided to take the kids out to see his new girlfriend without any discussion. So she took a whole bunch of tablets, only 5 or so. I made sure she wasn't in immediate risk, but she made me promise not to call an ambulance. I drove over and left a message for B. By the time I got there, he was back anyway.

What was worrying was his complete lack of ideas about what to do. He has lived with this girl for years but seemed unable to deal with the obvious upset that was going to happen around the time of their divorce. It's worrying I knew better how to handle it than him.

I called NHS direct and checked that she was physically OK. They recommended I take her to A&E to be checked out, which was a very good decision, since it put her in contact with doctors and care staff which is precisely what she needed. She spoke to two psychiatric nurses who really helped and are going to help follow up with her. I really want her to speak to people, and she does too. What remains a mystery is why her doctor hasn't helped her get talk therapy up until now. I hate how people handle mental illness - it is always the poor relative of physical illness, because people don't understand it. Even doctors.

I am glad she is OK though.

S has told me she's going into hiatus for a few days to clear her head. She says she is changing her number. She does things in a very strange way, I don't know why she couldn't ask for space instead. I am being tolerant because she said she is planning on moving here, and I think she really needs to decide if it's the right thing to do. And she has told me to think about the same thing. And I know I want to be with her still, but to be honest, her lack of communication and ignoring of my need for support right now does make things very difficult. But I said I would give her another chance, and I will. I don't think more pressure will do any good right now. So I guess I don't get to talk to her at all for a few days.

I'm going Mac shopping with A today. Hope I don't get too impulsive. I don't really need a new computer, but I really, really want one. Probably because I think it's going to make me happy, even though I know it's not really. Well, that's my usual problem to be honest.