Dave was sat by the reception desk on the hospital ward when we got there, the nurse told him he had visitors, he saw Peter and ran to shake his hand, he didn't notice me at first, when he did he held me and cried.
We were shown into a quiet room, he cried for quite a while, his lip had been bleeding where some incident had happened the night before with another patient, he told us about it but the nurse said he didn't retaliate.
He then fell asleep in the chair, two nurses came in to talk to us and ask questions, they said he appeared to know that he had been sectioned but when asked if he wanted to appeal himself he replied that there was no point as the doctor and 'she' (me) wouldn't listen. Both Peter and I were amazed at this because Dave struggles to say anything. They said they could appeal for him to have the section rescinded, he had shown no aggression towards anyone other than when someone wanted to wash him, he wanted to do it himself. Everything Peter and I told them about the past few months was recorded.
He wanted to come home with me but accepted it when I said he had to stay for a while. As heartbreaking as it was I just couldn't say I could look after him, not yet anyway.
Leaving him after 2 hours was harder than I expected, he tried to follow us out of the doors but the staff stopped him, Peter told me not to look back but I had to.
Peter will continue to go and see him on the same day he would have been coming to take him out, that's comforting for me because we have no-one other than me to go. I think I will go every other day.
Phew!!! More thoughts to keep me awake!
I'm going to the Alzheimer's meeting now, it's good to have them to talk to also.
Love Dee x