On Friday night I sat down with my husband at the computer because he was keen to fill in his 'picks' for an online football game which he has been doing for years.
He can't manage the keyboard too well these days - so I call up the webpage and we go through the matches one by one predicting what the scores will be.
He does struggle with concentrating on it - but we take our time and eventually he gets there - though I sometimes wonder if the mental agony he seems to put himself through as he tries to think what scores to give are not entirely worth it.
After Friday's session he seemed while fatigued by all the thinking. He said he had a headache, which I put down to stress.
Half an hour later he insisted on doing some drying up in the kitchen - but again mentioned that he had a headache. Despite my coaxing he refused to leave the drying up and come and sit down.
It takes him long time to do things these days - so although there were only a few bits and pieces to dry up, it took him a good 30mins to complete the task before he came to sit down again.
He was holding his head - he was obviously in pain and it was focused at his forehead near his left temple. He said the headache was bad and that he felt hot. It's really hard to judge because my husband's sense of pain is out of proportion these days - the tiniest of knocks can have him wincing and looking like he is about to double up in agony when it is quite evident that the level of pain that could be inflicted by such a minor knock could not be anything like he is expressing.
His temperature was fine - so I gave him some paracetemol for the headache and he went to bed. He slept well and by the morning (yesterday, Saturday) the pain was gone - though he said he felt a bit 'fuzzy' at the front of his head. He was in good spirits though - and as the day progressed nothing more was mentioned about pain or fuzziness.
However, during the course of the day he did become a bit confused about the money he 'saves' in a cup in his bedside cabinet. he said there wasn't as much in his cup as he thought there should be. I reminded him that we had dipped into it a bit over Christmas, but as he still looked worried so I gave him some more money to replace what had been taken out. This seemed to make him happier and he said it all seemed ok now.
A couple of hours later he went to check his cup again - and after 20 mins or so he came back down and said he thought there was money missing again. I didn't go and check it - I just told him not to worry, that he'd put the money away and all was good. He seemed ok with that.
Most of the rest of the day passed without incident - though I did notice that he forgot to flush the loo a couple of times and forgot to wash his hands (very unlike him, hygiene has always been very important to him).
He went to bed around 11pm and was happy with no worries. I went up to bed around midnight and he was sound asleep. As I tried to get comfortable I was aware of something sticking into my back. I felt around in the dark and pulled a rolled up piece of paper from under me. I put the bedside light on and saw it was a £20 note. I guessed it had got caught up in the duvet when my husband was counting the money from his cup earlier (it's all £20 notes in his cup!)
I tried to settle and soon became aware of something else under my leg. I reached down and immediately felt another bit of rolled up paper - even though it was dark, it didn't take much imagination to realise what it was - another £20 note. I put the light back on and put the money safely with the other £20 note I'd found in the bed.
Before I turned the light off again I moved my pillows to get more comfortable - and under them were lots of £20 notes all folded up individually, tumbling down onto the mattress!
By now my husband was stirring and when he saw what had happened he started laughing - saying "I wondered what had happened to them all - I knew I was missing some. I think I must have been looking for a safe place to keep them!"
We gathered up the hoard (£240!) and stuck them back in his cup. He was content, I was bemused - and we went to sleep.
Around 4am I was woken up by him crawling across the bed to peer down on to the floor on my side of the bed.
"What's up?" I asked - only to be told that someone called Paula had come into the room and disappeared - and he thought she might be hiding on the floor!
Fortunately he soon realised that this was not the case at all. We had a laugh again and went back to sleep.
Part of me now wonders if this 'downturn' can be attributed to whatever it was that caused my husband's 'severe' headache on the Friday - maybe something happened in his brain and the unusual behaviour that followed was the result of that.
He seems more himself today (Sunday) though he is still forgetting to flush the loo. I haven't bothered telling him, it's not a huge deal really - at least he is able to use the loo and know when he needs to go.
He can't manage the keyboard too well these days - so I call up the webpage and we go through the matches one by one predicting what the scores will be.
He does struggle with concentrating on it - but we take our time and eventually he gets there - though I sometimes wonder if the mental agony he seems to put himself through as he tries to think what scores to give are not entirely worth it.
After Friday's session he seemed while fatigued by all the thinking. He said he had a headache, which I put down to stress.
Half an hour later he insisted on doing some drying up in the kitchen - but again mentioned that he had a headache. Despite my coaxing he refused to leave the drying up and come and sit down.
It takes him long time to do things these days - so although there were only a few bits and pieces to dry up, it took him a good 30mins to complete the task before he came to sit down again.
He was holding his head - he was obviously in pain and it was focused at his forehead near his left temple. He said the headache was bad and that he felt hot. It's really hard to judge because my husband's sense of pain is out of proportion these days - the tiniest of knocks can have him wincing and looking like he is about to double up in agony when it is quite evident that the level of pain that could be inflicted by such a minor knock could not be anything like he is expressing.
His temperature was fine - so I gave him some paracetemol for the headache and he went to bed. He slept well and by the morning (yesterday, Saturday) the pain was gone - though he said he felt a bit 'fuzzy' at the front of his head. He was in good spirits though - and as the day progressed nothing more was mentioned about pain or fuzziness.
However, during the course of the day he did become a bit confused about the money he 'saves' in a cup in his bedside cabinet. he said there wasn't as much in his cup as he thought there should be. I reminded him that we had dipped into it a bit over Christmas, but as he still looked worried so I gave him some more money to replace what had been taken out. This seemed to make him happier and he said it all seemed ok now.
A couple of hours later he went to check his cup again - and after 20 mins or so he came back down and said he thought there was money missing again. I didn't go and check it - I just told him not to worry, that he'd put the money away and all was good. He seemed ok with that.
Most of the rest of the day passed without incident - though I did notice that he forgot to flush the loo a couple of times and forgot to wash his hands (very unlike him, hygiene has always been very important to him).
He went to bed around 11pm and was happy with no worries. I went up to bed around midnight and he was sound asleep. As I tried to get comfortable I was aware of something sticking into my back. I felt around in the dark and pulled a rolled up piece of paper from under me. I put the bedside light on and saw it was a £20 note. I guessed it had got caught up in the duvet when my husband was counting the money from his cup earlier (it's all £20 notes in his cup!)
I tried to settle and soon became aware of something else under my leg. I reached down and immediately felt another bit of rolled up paper - even though it was dark, it didn't take much imagination to realise what it was - another £20 note. I put the light back on and put the money safely with the other £20 note I'd found in the bed.
Before I turned the light off again I moved my pillows to get more comfortable - and under them were lots of £20 notes all folded up individually, tumbling down onto the mattress!
By now my husband was stirring and when he saw what had happened he started laughing - saying "I wondered what had happened to them all - I knew I was missing some. I think I must have been looking for a safe place to keep them!"
We gathered up the hoard (£240!) and stuck them back in his cup. He was content, I was bemused - and we went to sleep.
Around 4am I was woken up by him crawling across the bed to peer down on to the floor on my side of the bed.
"What's up?" I asked - only to be told that someone called Paula had come into the room and disappeared - and he thought she might be hiding on the floor!
Fortunately he soon realised that this was not the case at all. We had a laugh again and went back to sleep.
Part of me now wonders if this 'downturn' can be attributed to whatever it was that caused my husband's 'severe' headache on the Friday - maybe something happened in his brain and the unusual behaviour that followed was the result of that.
He seems more himself today (Sunday) though he is still forgetting to flush the loo. I haven't bothered telling him, it's not a huge deal really - at least he is able to use the loo and know when he needs to go.