It's Sunday, and we still have not been able to get Gavin's Clozapine refill. He has his bloodwork done every Wednesday morning, but the pharmacy either doesn't check for the labs, or they aren't sent to them in the first place. We end up waiting and waiting for the refill to come in. I set everything up so that there's a few days of overlap, and we have a backup supply as well. Timing is of the essence with Clozapine because he can't ever miss more than two doses. Lizze called again today, and they should have it ready in the morning. We still have his backup supply, so he's not missed anything. That being said, it's incredibly frustrating. There's so much red tape surrounding Clozapine, and it's a nightmare…

Gavin's becoming more and more involved in his imaginary worlds. I don't know if he's having more hallucinations or if he's more vocal about them. We don't know what's what right now. He's officially off the Clozapine, and the half-life is pretty short, so it's moving its way out of his system. While this potential increase in schizophrenic symptoms is concerning, it's more annoying than anything else. I say annoying because he's talking about it a lot and that gets old. His hallucinations aren't getting darker or more violent, and that's a good thing. He wants to fill Dr. Pattie in on all his adventures at therapy tonight, and I think that's a great idea. Once the dust settles, we'll have a better idea about adding a different antipsychotic, but…