Life goes on
When he was back home after being "expelled" from the so called Care Home, we all made light of his"escapade", laughing and joking, and he cheered up. Of course, he had already forgotten the whole business anyway. But he was clingier than ever, and was fretful all night, so we only had about an hour's sleep.
A friend came over yesterday, and we all sat at the kitchen table, polishing the brass and chatting quietly. He settled into a fairly calm mood, had the usual frantic Sundowning all evening, then an early night. And he's slept well, thank goodness.
The same kind friend has volunteered to keep him company later today, so that I can go and enjoy a treat I'd been looking forward to.( Guardian angels DO exist!)
I expected to hear from the Care Home yesterday, but to my surprise I haven't yet heard a word..
I emailed the Gp's surgery yesterday morning too, to ask that the new meds we were to start after his week's respite could be brought forward. No reply from them either. Am I invisible?
Thank you, everyone, for those kind wirds, on various threads.