Kitty was admitted to her eighth psych hospitalization Wednesday evening.
When I picked her up from school, she was an emotional mess. She started screaming at Bear when he commented on the fact that she was drinking a soda (she's allergic to citric acid). She took off her seat belt and refused to put it back on. She started screaming at me, when I tried to correct her. I dropped Bear and Bob off at Grandma's and Hubby and I took Kitty to the phosp (I took Hubby because I didn't trust her to cooperate and not get violent).
Should be interesting to see if she can still keep her act together.
Still waiting to see if we can get her into residential treatment. I hate bureaucracy.