Just finished the last courses of antibiotics about a week ago (2 different ones as Mum had 2 different UTIs) and of course now Mum has another UTI. This is explanation enough for her increased agitation, I think. And I got a call this morning from the home, saying Mum had grabbed a knife & was waving it around at the PCW. My response - "Better move the cutlery out of the way in the future". She's back on the Epival and I refuse to budge any further on her meds (haven't told them that yet, though - it's on a "need to know" basis & they don't need to know what I'm thinking. The specialist nurse from the Geriatric Mental Health Centre was in again yesterday. She is absolutely wonderful, understands Mum, understands the disease, knows how homes like nice placid residents & will overmedicate to get them and she's completely on my wavelength. I want to put her in a little niche & light candles in front of her!! It's a wait & see game again. I think I'm finally resigning myself to the fact that Mum will be lively and demonic to the bitter end.