OK, I was Wrong

     Nope, nursing did not change my life.  I am still bipolar.  Arg.  I feel very blessed even though I am not in the best frame of mind.  Something happened yesterday that made me more grateful for my trials than I used to be.  One of Trent's home teaching family's is having quite a bit of difficulty lately.  The little boy is in the hospital and the doctors cannot figure out what is wrong with him.  Ava says she is going to marry him, so Trent, Ava, and I went to visit him last night.  He was unconscious and kept hitting himself in the head.  His bed rails were covered in blue eggshell foam.  It broke my heart.  We have been praying for him for several weeks and he is now at a crossroads.  He can either get the help he needs or he may die (maybe).
     But that wasn't the part that upset me.  I feel peace about the little boy.  What made me terrified was the mother.  She is on some sort of doctor prescribed medication that has a side effect that slurred her speech and gave her a lack of appetite. As we left I brought it up at the nurses' station.  They are aware of the situation and are watching her closely.  I have never felt so helpless.  I realize this is an overreaction, but I still feel concern for her during this very difficult time for her.  We offered different types of help, she kept refusing and even offered us help.  I felt like someone needed to be in the room for her so she could be there for him.  We prayed for her and that's all we can do.  I hope this trial brings out the best for them and does not compound the already stressful situation.
     Like I said before, I'd rather be depressed.