Hi everyone,
Here's what happened.
Last Thursday, early in the morning, it was about 6.30am, I was woken up by someone calling me. ( They will say later they had been calling for some minutes, but I had not heard their voices).
From behind the gate my neighbour and two other people I had never seen before, shouted my husband was lying in the field at the foot of a little scarp on the other side of the road. I was sure he was in his bedroom, at last sleeping , after a restless night for both 9f us. A woman who had been jogging along the road had noticed him and called an ambulance, which arrived within a quarter of an hour.
They took him to hospital and told me to stay at home ( covid restrictions) and assured me they would call me.
An hour later a nurse from the A&E called to reassure me my husband's conditions weren't serious and ask me if I could go there to keep him quiet. He was unmanageable, despite they had administered him strong sedatives.
When I arrived at the A&E , he was extremely confused , agitated and lost in a world of his none of us could enter.
I called the manager of the care home where next Monday my husband should have started a sort of " settling-in phase " before being moved to permanent care. Within an hour he sent an ambulance to take him to the care home, where he has been since last Thursday.
He is physically fit, but still very difficult to manage. They suggested I don't see him until he settles in the new place. He seems not to have mentioned either me or anyone else, but keeps wandering and also trying to escape. The nurse said she caught him climbing onto the big wheelie bins they keep against garden wall in a clear attempt to escape.
That must have been what he did last Thursday, when he was found outside the gate, which I always kept locked.
How do I feel?
Surprised and relieved, but also sad for him, even though , to be honest, I don't miss him.
Here's what happened.
Last Thursday, early in the morning, it was about 6.30am, I was woken up by someone calling me. ( They will say later they had been calling for some minutes, but I had not heard their voices).
From behind the gate my neighbour and two other people I had never seen before, shouted my husband was lying in the field at the foot of a little scarp on the other side of the road. I was sure he was in his bedroom, at last sleeping , after a restless night for both 9f us. A woman who had been jogging along the road had noticed him and called an ambulance, which arrived within a quarter of an hour.
They took him to hospital and told me to stay at home ( covid restrictions) and assured me they would call me.
An hour later a nurse from the A&E called to reassure me my husband's conditions weren't serious and ask me if I could go there to keep him quiet. He was unmanageable, despite they had administered him strong sedatives.
When I arrived at the A&E , he was extremely confused , agitated and lost in a world of his none of us could enter.
I called the manager of the care home where next Monday my husband should have started a sort of " settling-in phase " before being moved to permanent care. Within an hour he sent an ambulance to take him to the care home, where he has been since last Thursday.
He is physically fit, but still very difficult to manage. They suggested I don't see him until he settles in the new place. He seems not to have mentioned either me or anyone else, but keeps wandering and also trying to escape. The nurse said she caught him climbing onto the big wheelie bins they keep against garden wall in a clear attempt to escape.
That must have been what he did last Thursday, when he was found outside the gate, which I always kept locked.
How do I feel?
Surprised and relieved, but also sad for him, even though , to be honest, I don't miss him.