After a week (and more ) of constant delusions (usually about Dad not being Dad) at all hours we finally had to ask for emergency hospital admission for Mum on Friday. We had hoped that the Haliperidol prescibed the week previous would kick in, but no such luck. I know she will be safe, the nurses were extremely kind on Friday evening, and that we now have chance of getting her on some sort of drug regime that might help as she will be assessed and monitored, but that old guilt monster still sits on my shoulder. Dad is devastated, what can you say, they've rarely been apart, he wants her home. I was told last night that the assessment could take anywhere between three and twelve weeks. The visit yesterday was dreadful, Mum completely tired out, not in her own clothes, confused etc,etc. Visit today was better, now in her own clothes, slept last night and best bit, gave Dad a beaming smile and a hug when we arrived. She's still talking 'scrambled' but seems to have accepted (couldn't say if she actually knows where she is) being there. I still feel blue/black though, maybe it's because the pressure has changed direction. I feel battered and tired and tearful, and I know I have to pick myself up and carry on but I don't feel I have the strength right now.