It was med-check day where he’d discover if his meds were working or needed to be changed. So far, I was pleased with the results. His temper had remained in check, despite the constant challenges life presented. When he returned, I was almost afraid to find out the results. I knew not everything was fast acting. “What happened?” He looked at me for a minute. “Are you interested, concerned, or just checking up on me?” I bit my bottom lip as I considered his question. “Interested and concerned.” With that response, he smiled. “I’m off the clonidine and now they have prescribed something for restless leg syndrome. It’s a side effect of the Seroquel.” I’d noticed the issue with his legs, understood how frustrated he must be. “Well, I hope it works.” Despite all the drama lately, it was still Halloween. A typical Halloween at our house meant we’d have a family of pumpkins out front, carved with power tools, filled with tea lights, ready to glow and greet our trick-or-treaters.
