I don't know whether it's because the dark nights have come in but Dad's Alzheimer's is giving me some grief again, not that it hasn't been bad enough anyway. He's not been up to too much mischief through the summer, but he's back to not thinking he is at home, not recognising when it's morning or night, or those around him, and getting up in the early hours waking mum up at all hours. And she's shattered and getting upset by it all. She's with him all day, so I'm around in the evenings after I finish work to give her some break I don't know whether a water infection brought things back. He was admitted to hospital a month or so ago for feeling ill and vomiting, but the longer they kept him in the worse his memory got. Some days whilst he was in there he'd claim to have been back at work all day, and nothing he mentioned was from present day. In some ways I couldn't wait for him to get out of there. He was back to how he was before he went in as soon as he got home, yet the doctors letter for the GP stated his Alzheimer's had accelerated, which is so frustrating to read. I just find myself beating myself up trying to come up with things to keep him occupied, trying to keep mum from getting upset, but getting myself wound up when other family members won't spare the time. Maybe it's me getting tired and feeling sorry for myself, but it's getting me down not knowing if I'm doing right or wrong.