Rob was heavily sedated when I saw him, roused himself just enough to eat his lunch, but then subsided again into a semi torper. So I thought his sedation was too much, but then he became more wakeful, and was full of worries and angry outbursts, so perhaps the sleepiness is the better option. The revised medicine regime is only two weeks old, and I've been told his system will take a while to adjust to it, so instead of agitating, perhaps it will be better to be patient and see what happens. He doesn't really recognise me any more, although he uses my name, but now I think that's more a word than a name, like " help!". It doesn't help that the lift in the care home is constantly causing difficulties breaking down. Because it's a listed building they can't add a new one that would involve changes to the exterior, but the current lift is old and very unreliable. The owner says a new one would have cost less than all the repairs... Rob's room and bathroom are downstairs, in what was probably once the cellar, but the ground slopes so he also has windows and a door into the sunny garden. It's a very pleasant place to sit quietly and listen to music, but with the lift not working and he now has difficulties negotiating the stairs, going down there during the day is difficult. Frustrating.