Praying Hard

Oksana was released from the hospital on Friday despite the fact that we strongly disagreed that she was well.  Unfortunately insurance has the last say.  The social worker called the state hospital that we have been trying for months to get into and told them they needed a bed.  The intake manager at the hospital told him they had a bed (funny since we had always been told they didn't) but when she found out it was Oksana she started to backpedal.  I was IRATE.  We had called this woman tirelessly for months trying to get Oksana in and it seems they were passing her up when beds came available.  The reason is that they don't normally take kids with other disabilities.  The thing is we had already been through a process months ago to determine if they would be willing to make an exception for her considering the severity of her mental illness, and they said they would take her when they had a bed available.  Our Crider and Regional Center caseworkers literally worked non stop for 2 days trying to find her a placement before the hospital released her.  We all knew she wasn't ready to come home.  In the end they came up with nothing.  They had called the state hospital a couple of times and their calls weren't being returned. 

We picked her up just in time to send her to bed Friday night.  After she went to bed her respite center called.  They had a kid who didn't show up and they wanted to know if she wanted to come in the morning and spend Saturday and Sunday with them.  Saturday morning we got up and went to the NAMI walk and then took her to respite.  Her time there was rough.  She came home Sunday evening and our in home respite provider put her to bed so we could go have dinner with friends.  She attacked the respite provider and she sent her to bed early.  The next day I had a respite worker from her respite center come spend about 5 hours with me during the day to give me an extra set of hands.  This threw Oksana off so she did fine while she was there as she thought it was neat to have someone else in the house.  At dinner last night she completely lost it and went into an hour long rage that ended in her being sent to bed early.  This morning she seemed Ok but quickly turned when her breakfast didn't do what she wanted it to.  That was a 2 hour rage in which I had to remove Anya to keep her safe.  This afternoon we are headed to see the psychiatrist which is just about the only reason I didn't take her back to the hospital today. 

So, after all of that, this is where the prayer comes in.  I called the state hospital this morning.  I left a message telling them that I was currently in the basement with my 8 year old to keep her safe from Oksana who was just released from her 5th inpatient setting since February on Friday and I needed them to call me NOW and give me some answers.  Much to my surprise she did.  I gave her a play by play of what had happened and they are meeting with the medical director this afternoon to see if they can take her.  This HAS to happen.  I have no idea what else to do.