MRSA may have been a blessing in disguise for Clay, for us all. I had gotten to the point that I could not even go into Clay's filthy house and would not. "Son, you're 30 years old. Clean up your house," I would demand. "It's okay, mom. Really it is," was always his reply. But I knew it wasn't. We all did.
The thing with Clay's bipolar and sometimes psychotic behavior is that cleanliness is not in his psyche. From time to time he would have friends come and clean for him. I even did it once a month until I couldn't stand seeing the damage he inflicted on his possessions, his furniture and walls during his fits of rages. We could always tell if his medicines needed adjusted by his behavior.
Now it seems that since Clay has developed MRSA he is at least showering once or twice a day. He is taking his antibiotics. The proof is in the pudding.
Before MRSA
After following doctor's instruction about cleanliness.
It does break my heart to look at both photographs. In the before photo Clay is unshaven, dirty hair and dirty clothes. In the after photo he is shaven and his hair is clean. Unfortunately,I see the anguish in his eyes. But with our help, the doctor's, and God's blessings, hopefully he is making life changes.
Bless his heart!
Posted by: Nancy | February 17, 2008 at 01:38 PM
This is a heavy blog....
Posted by: Sherry | February 17, 2008 at 07:53 PM