Thanks for sharing your experience, Ange, sounds exactly like it would be for us too. Not sure that Mum would stay there all day every day though, she's such a home person, never one for going out. But I know she will go as often as possible. I'm hoping that between the family we can cover all days. Not sure how he will be if he sees us every day though, whether that will make things easier or harder.
Today I walked in the hospital room and he was sitting alone in dimness. He was so overwhelmed to see me, he grabbed my hand and kissed it, it was more than my heart could bear. He was also quite damp, bed not changed, just a mess, hair all greasy. Then after a short while he complained his back was so itchy, and he had been in the bed for a couple of days. I talked to him about needing a shower and maybe try to walk to the chair, his walking has been dreadfully impaired while in hospital. He was so reasonable, said he wanted to do all those things, shock, horror! Then the nurses came in and one said a cheerful hello to him, he turned and gave her a beaming smile and hello. She was so surprised because he has been either grumpy, miserable, or sleepy every day, it was like a new man, or actually, a former man, my dad before hospital. We managed to get him in the commode chair for the shower and he wasn't completely happy about being cold but he wasn't difficult. Once he was fresh, clean, dressed, and sitting in the chair with some calamine lotion on his itchy back he was my dearest dad. He sat and chatted with me, as we would before hospital, drank his cup of tea enthusiastically and ate some biscuits. I started to wonder if he was trying for a last minute save from going into a CH, even though he doesn't know he's going. I can't imagine he was suddenly over the delirium or infection because they stopped the IV antibiotics 3 days ago and switched to a syrup one. He stayed like this into the late afternoon and the evening nurse came in with his tablets, hoping he might take them for me more easily (not always), but he took them all without any fuss and even the syrup which yesterday was, "horrible and too sweet, not having any more of THAT!" He still only ate 2 spoons of dinner and half a cup of tea and then got sleepy. I crept out to go home because he's always worse if we say goodbye, gets so upset and won't let us go. Still feel so upset about him going into care since he is so attached to us, but I know Mum just can't do it any more.
Every day is a new person in Dementia Land.
Stephanie, xxx