Seizing Freedom

Mike

Normally when someone pukes their guts out and has trouble standing up after a new medication is introduced, the doctors would consider that a bad reaction and stop said medication.

In Tyler's case when this happens after they increase his meds its apparently 'normal' until his body gets used to the new dose.

Watching what the meds make him go through just to gain some control back really bites. I wish there was an alternative that actually worked.

Thursday after getting home from school and playing with Louise for a bit I decide to clean up the house before Ty gets home. I pick up some blankets and pillows in the living room and straighten up a bit then head to the kitchen and do the few dishes in the sink. When I grab the garbage can to empty it something catches my eye. There's a folded paper tucked neatly in the side of the can that has the corner bent over. I can make out the name of the hospital on the top and grab it to see what it is. When I unfold the paper and read it I'm not sure if I'm shocked or pissed.

I knew the doctor wouldn't just increase his meds and leave it at that.

Why the hell didn't he say anything?

Better yet why is the form in the trash?

I place the paper on the table intending to have a chat about it when he gets home and finish cleaning up. The anger inside me making me work a lot faster than before.

Thankfully by the time Ty does get home I've cooled down a bit and don't want to scream at him anymore. He walks in and greets me as usual before noticing the form on the table and sighing.

"Yeah, were you planning on telling me about this or what?" I ask raising my eyebrows and trying to get him to look at me.

He hangs his head and shrugs.

"No." he mutters and slowly looks back up at me.

"Why the hell not?" I snap a little more aggressively than intended.

"Because I wasn't planning on going." he states looking back down and folding the paper again.

"What!? Why not?" I ask not sure why I'm surprised.

"There's no point Mike. Its just going to tell them it's coming back and there's nothing they can do. I was trying to spare you the disappointment." he insists slowly shaking his head.

"You don't know that. Quit assuming the worst and try hoping for the best for once. Maybe there's something they can do to fix it again." I try arguing but he's still shaking his head.

"What? Take out more of my brain until I'm a drooling idiot?" he argues.

"That's not going to happen." I insist but he cuts me off.

"You can't say that, fuck how much an I supposed to let them take? I let them cut into my head once and look where that got me. Five years of thinking I was going to have a normal fucking life before it all comes crashing back. I'm not doing that again." he states starting to raise his voice.