Hep C
My daughter just found out today that she has hep c. She found out after going to the ER last week, from several days of vomiting that lead to dehydration. She's scheduled to see a specialist in two weeks and will probably have to stop suboxone.
This diagnosis explains so much about her lethargy and mental fatigue the last few months. I'm so glad I have no bad behavior to regret. All I've done is put a gentle boot up her butt, continue to encourage her, and maintain my boundaries.
She and her dad alternate between panic, confusion, and total denial. I'm bummed but otherwise fine, and it's either because I'm in total denial or have learned my lessons well. I think I've always been prepared for something like this, given her past IV drug usage and all the stories I've heard and read. I also remember that voice that told me "you're OK, it isn't you," when she was in that car wreck almost a year ago.
I told them both "one day at a time" and "let it go" when their brains were about to explode. Thankfully they listened, at least for now.