So last week everything was as normal as it gets in the wonderful world of AZ, then it all just went A over T, big time and it started off such an average day.
To paint the picture my wife was diagnosed mid 50's (now 62) so we got along OK for some time I gave up going to work 18 months ago and worked from home until June when I was made redundant. In the early part of my wife's illness my (now late) mother lived with us she too had some form of dementia but only after she died did it become apparent that it wasn't my wife who'd been caring for my mother it was as much my Mum had been looking after my wife.
In the past couple of weeks my wife has had some sudden outbursts of anger, usually just 10 or 15 minutes then she'd calm down and it all got forgotten, until last weekend, she went off on one that lasted for 6 hours before I decided it was time to call someone: doctors, no out of hours number either call 111 or 999 end of message, I googled some numbers for mental health and social services and either they're phone helplines or because we're no an existing case they can't help us.
Eventually I dialled 111 and after explaining the situation to an increasingly concerned operator who given the noise in the background and fears for my safety decided they best thing was paramedics, but with the police in attendance.
So cut to an hour later 2 police women, 2 policemen and 2 paramedics in the kitchen with my wife, her calling them every name under the sun, eventually as the paramedics declined to have her in the ambulance the police "put" her in the cage in the back of the police van.
At A&E after to injections that did nothing we threw a mattress on the floor an me, 4 nurses, one doctor and 2 police wrestled her to the ground, got a cannula in her the back of her hand and they gave her something that really did the trick.
Not surprisingly she's now been sectioned, moved to a secure psycharitic unit and was describe to me today as "one of our more challenging patients" by one of the nurses.
I turned 60 last November, I left school and went to work at 16 so for the first time in 44 years I have absolutely no reason to get up on a Monday morning.
Thank you to those who've commented on another thread and those who've pm'ed me, life will go on it always does, I just have to break it to our children who have no real idea how bad it has gone and how quickly.
Thank you anyone who's read it all I feel better for writing it.
K
To paint the picture my wife was diagnosed mid 50's (now 62) so we got along OK for some time I gave up going to work 18 months ago and worked from home until June when I was made redundant. In the early part of my wife's illness my (now late) mother lived with us she too had some form of dementia but only after she died did it become apparent that it wasn't my wife who'd been caring for my mother it was as much my Mum had been looking after my wife.
In the past couple of weeks my wife has had some sudden outbursts of anger, usually just 10 or 15 minutes then she'd calm down and it all got forgotten, until last weekend, she went off on one that lasted for 6 hours before I decided it was time to call someone: doctors, no out of hours number either call 111 or 999 end of message, I googled some numbers for mental health and social services and either they're phone helplines or because we're no an existing case they can't help us.
Eventually I dialled 111 and after explaining the situation to an increasingly concerned operator who given the noise in the background and fears for my safety decided they best thing was paramedics, but with the police in attendance.
So cut to an hour later 2 police women, 2 policemen and 2 paramedics in the kitchen with my wife, her calling them every name under the sun, eventually as the paramedics declined to have her in the ambulance the police "put" her in the cage in the back of the police van.
At A&E after to injections that did nothing we threw a mattress on the floor an me, 4 nurses, one doctor and 2 police wrestled her to the ground, got a cannula in her the back of her hand and they gave her something that really did the trick.
Not surprisingly she's now been sectioned, moved to a secure psycharitic unit and was describe to me today as "one of our more challenging patients" by one of the nurses.
I turned 60 last November, I left school and went to work at 16 so for the first time in 44 years I have absolutely no reason to get up on a Monday morning.
Thank you to those who've commented on another thread and those who've pm'ed me, life will go on it always does, I just have to break it to our children who have no real idea how bad it has gone and how quickly.
Thank you anyone who's read it all I feel better for writing it.
K
