We have had some really dark days over the last couple of years, but the last few days my wife has been really easy going, very confused most of the time, but quite ready to accept help and decisions . Until about 5pm this afternoon when someone flicked the Evil Woman from Hell button. Apparently I am not fit to be called a human being, I steal her food, I am a child born out of wedlock, I need to get out of "her" house, I keep her locked up and generally I am the most despicable person in the world. This means that I am fair game to be shouted at, physically hit and confronted with a kitchen knife.
Not knowing what the hell to do, I managed to escape for 20 minutes and ended up calling the Dementia Help-line, speaking to an Admiral Nurse who advised that I should either call the police or call 111 to have a doctor attend and sedate my wife for the good of the both of us.
I chose the latter option and good as gold the doctor arrived. My wife presented as a slightly confused, but throughly lovely level-headed individual, telling the doctor how I was such a horrible person who wanted her committed to some institution. The doctor checked her over and then asked me to have a urine sample from my wife dropped down to the surgery in the morning, where he would leave a prescription for some sedating drug, so that I could use it if this happened again.
After the doctor had gone, my wife had no recollection of what had happened during the previous six hours and was distraught, apologising to me for anything she had done. At this stage I was (and still am) so shellshocked , that I couldn't bring myself to comfort her. She has now gone to bed and is sleeping - The daily endurance course without training that has become my life, continues tomorrow when she wakes...
End of rant...until the next time...
Not knowing what the hell to do, I managed to escape for 20 minutes and ended up calling the Dementia Help-line, speaking to an Admiral Nurse who advised that I should either call the police or call 111 to have a doctor attend and sedate my wife for the good of the both of us.
I chose the latter option and good as gold the doctor arrived. My wife presented as a slightly confused, but throughly lovely level-headed individual, telling the doctor how I was such a horrible person who wanted her committed to some institution. The doctor checked her over and then asked me to have a urine sample from my wife dropped down to the surgery in the morning, where he would leave a prescription for some sedating drug, so that I could use it if this happened again.
After the doctor had gone, my wife had no recollection of what had happened during the previous six hours and was distraught, apologising to me for anything she had done. At this stage I was (and still am) so shellshocked , that I couldn't bring myself to comfort her. She has now gone to bed and is sleeping - The daily endurance course without training that has become my life, continues tomorrow when she wakes...
End of rant...until the next time...