It appears that the dosage change is definitely a more permanent solution to no stimulator than the oral Rx. B is doing really well and I won't worry (as much) about his long long drive south on Monday.
So, as is usual in life, I'm shifting the caretaking to Hol. She & C had a major blow-up a week or so ago. They've gone to their separate corners, but are still talking somewhat. What shows up clearly is C has some serious issues that make him even more volatile that Hol is. We've tried guessing what those issues are... but to no solid conclusions or even clues. He has to tell his story.
I'm not comfortable having that energy around here. And there's the aspect of ticking timebomb to watch for, more uneasiness. He has apologized, and I'd imagine pretty embarrassed. So, Hol is keeping a pretty cool head through all of this; trying to hold compassion; knows she didn't do anything wrong or to upset him. She's still hurt; but she's even handling that pretty well. I did sit with her the first day. Let her spew everything going thru her head without commenting (much). That's the kind of thoughts that - if she keeps them to herself - torment her into downward spirals, emotionally.
She did mention recently, that she's being drawn to writing again. (If she ever sits down!) She and her landscaping friend worked all last week, and will again this coming week. She has been remodelling a new space to become her sewing & leather studio. That work is about done... then the big move happens. Since S has moved (mostly) out, she's been trying to make more space in her small-ish house and make it more functional. I have the same thing to do downstairs, as the time when B is completely moved in is getting closer. I've started to crave some redecoration in the living room as well - but this does work for us, for now.
And B and I are getting ready to transition into the "other kind" of relationship we have - the text buddies. And I need to focus on my garden pretty soon; I've waiting long enough on the weather to stop being bi-polar. Doing my things, myself... and in my own time... not waiting for someone else to get his part done or accomodating HIS schedule. I'm not complaining, here. It's just a fact of life of living with another person. The plus side of that, far outweighs all the little "sacrifices" that require some patience.
No idea how the C saga is going to turn out. As long as she can adjust to a new situation, I can watch from afar. But she has shattered in the past, so I'm watchful.
