Sunday I woke Rob up at 3:00 in the afternoon. He had not gone to sleep until 5:30 that morning. Rob woke up in a pretty good mood. We sat around talking for a bit. New Years Day, so I didn't have to work. He took his meds when I reminded him, he had walked by them a few times. Rob had a sore throat and was coughing alot, his asthma cough - phlegmy... I made him a cup of tea which he said was too hot to drink. I don't know why I always forget that he is extremely sensitive to hot drinks... he really won't even try to drink until they come to room temperature. I was just thinking the hot would help the throat.
While Rob was sleeping, his girlfriend came over about 2:00 , handed me a bag of Rob's clothes and asked that I give them to Rob. I told her, sure, and she drove off with her mom. This bag was reeking of girlfriend's cologne. She must have sprayed her cologne directly into the bag. After Rob wandered around the house for a bit, he came upon the bag and asked how it got there. I told him girlfriend dropped it off. He then told me that last night he had gone back to where his girlfriend was (her friend's house) and told her to come out and get her stuff... mostly gifts that girlfriend had given him. She refused to take the bag, so Rob threw it in the driveway. She then tried to get in the car him, but he wouldn't open the doors. I don't know what else may have happened after that, this was the story I got from Rob.
Rob and I discussed again the toxic nature of the relationship with girlfriend. He said he was really through this time. He said he was going to go hang out with his guy friends today, he had been ignoring them again. Ever since Rob had his first relationship with a girl, he would totally ditch his guy friends and hang out only with the girlfriend. He would ignore their calls until they stopped calling. In fact, he would become really angry if a guy friend just "dropped by" while his girlfriend was there. The only explanation he would give me was that his friends offered unsolicited opinions about the relationship, and he didn't want to hear it - they didn't know what they were talking about. If he couldn't hang out with his girlfriend he would mope around, fight with her on the phone, fight with me, fight with the dog, punch the walls - then he would get really depressed.
But yesterday, he made plans with 5 of his guy friends and they took off. I heard Rob come home around 10:30 and he had some friends with him. They went to the basement and I heard the punching bag. I next woke up at 12:30 and went down to look around. The meds I left out for Rob were gone, but I heard the tv on in the basement. They had left the tv on when they left the house, Rob wasn't home. I called him on his cell, he said he was at his friend's house and he wanted to sleep over but he was feeling pretty sick and he was sure he would need his aerosol machine for his asthma, but he didn't want to come home at 12:30 because he was sure I would think he was making an excuse to come home after curfew (midnight). I told him come on home.
He didn't want to use his machine as soon as he got home, he said he would go use the punching bag for awhile. He had not taken the Seroquel yet, because he wasn't ready to fall asleep. Told him I'd like him to take it in an hour so he could try to get back on a good sleeping schedule. He said he didn't care about his sleeping schedule until he had to go to work (Rob hasn't been called in to work for the past 3 weeks). I left his aerosol machine and asthma meds in his room and went back to bed. Heard him punching that bag for at least an hour before I was able to fall asleep again.
It was a good day. Uneventful. And he actually had talked to me again for more than a minute.
Sunday I woke Rob up at 3:00 in the afternoon. He had not gone to sleep until 5:30 that morning. Rob woke up in a pretty good mood. We sat around talking for a bit. New Years Day, so I didn't have to work. He took his meds when I reminded him, he had walked by them a few times. Rob had a sore throat and was coughing alot, his asthma cough - phlegmy... I made him a cup of tea which he said was too hot to drink. I don't know why I always forget that he is extremely sensitive to hot drinks... he really won't even try to drink until they come to room temperature. I was just thinking the hot would help the throat.
While Rob was sleeping, his girlfriend came over about 2:00 , handed me a bag of Rob's clothes and asked that I give them to Rob. I told her, sure, and she drove off with her mom. This bag was reeking of girlfriend's cologne. She must have sprayed her cologne directly into the bag. After Rob wandered around the house for a bit, he came upon the bag and asked how it got there. I told him girlfriend dropped it off. He then told me that last night he had gone back to where his girlfriend was (her friend's house) and told her to come out and get her stuff... mostly gifts that girlfriend had given him. She refused to take the bag, so Rob threw it in the driveway. She then tried to get in the car him, but he wouldn't open the doors. I don't know what else may have happened after that, this was the story I got from Rob.
Rob and I discussed again the toxic nature of the relationship with girlfriend. He said he was really through this time. He said he was going to go hang out with his guy friends today, he had been ignoring them again. Ever since Rob had his first relationship with a girl, he would totally ditch his guy friends and hang out only with the girlfriend. He would ignore their calls until they stopped calling. In fact, he would become really angry if a guy friend just "dropped by" while his girlfriend was there. The only explanation he would give me was that his friends offered unsolicited opinions about the relationship, and he didn't want to hear it - they didn't know what they were talking about. If he couldn't hang out with his girlfriend he would mope around, fight with her on the phone, fight with me, fight with the dog, punch the walls - then he would get really depressed.
But yesterday, he made plans with 5 of his guy friends and they took off. I heard Rob come home around 10:30 and he had some friends with him. They went to the basement and I heard the punching bag. I next woke up at 12:30 and went down to look around. The meds I left out for Rob were gone, but I heard the tv on in the basement. They had left the tv on when they left the house, Rob wasn't home. I called him on his cell, he said he was at his friend's house and he wanted to sleep over but he was feeling pretty sick and he was sure he would need his aerosol machine for his asthma, but he didn't want to come home at 12:30 because he was sure I would think he was making an excuse to come home after curfew (midnight). I told him come on home.
He didn't want to use his machine as soon as he got home, he said he would go use the punching bag for awhile. He had not taken the Seroquel yet, because he wasn't ready to fall asleep. Told him I'd like him to take it in an hour so he could try to get back on a good sleeping schedule. He said he didn't care about his sleeping schedule until he had to go to work (Rob hasn't been called in to work for the past 3 weeks). I left his aerosol machine and asthma meds in his room and went back to bed. Heard him punching that bag for at least an hour before I was able to fall asleep again.
It was a good day. Uneventful. And he actually had talked to me again for more than a minute.