After a pretty pleasant day at home yesterday All good.
Today, up , shower, dress, breakfas. All good.
Took both of us on a toddle 'up the road' to Pharmacy, Newsagent and Lidl. All good.
Dropped into local pub on way back. Chatted to some pals. All good.
OH had soda and blackcurrant, I have a couple of lagers. All good.
Came home. BANG! POW! Not good. Not good BIG TIME! Like a switch being flipped he went into manic overdrive. Unpleasant, aggressive, trying to break out, damaging stuff, grabbing a tea towel plus some of my books and - of all things - the whatname from the sink - the grid the bowl sits in. No letting go. No making sense. No nothing but wildness and scary behaviour.
My flippety heart thing started kicking off. I couldn't cope.
Ended up with Police and Ambulance (Ambos for me as much as anything as I was in deep chesty discomfort) but avoided OH being taken anywhere. Ambos couldn't get a wee sample from him but he eventually calmed enough for them to leave.
Looks like Social Services may become involved.
What? When? Where? Why? How?
Have managed, after much cajoling, to get him in PJs and into bed. Unsure how long he'll stay there. I don't want to be near him or my mouth will run off with words I may regret. I know I will have to go there soon so he can do the night time bathroom visits in safety but right at this minute I feel like I'd leave and not come back without a moment's hesitation.
OK - rant over. Time for a nice cup of decaff tea, eh?
Today, up , shower, dress, breakfas. All good.
Took both of us on a toddle 'up the road' to Pharmacy, Newsagent and Lidl. All good.
Dropped into local pub on way back. Chatted to some pals. All good.
OH had soda and blackcurrant, I have a couple of lagers. All good.
Came home. BANG! POW! Not good. Not good BIG TIME! Like a switch being flipped he went into manic overdrive. Unpleasant, aggressive, trying to break out, damaging stuff, grabbing a tea towel plus some of my books and - of all things - the whatname from the sink - the grid the bowl sits in. No letting go. No making sense. No nothing but wildness and scary behaviour.
My flippety heart thing started kicking off. I couldn't cope.
Ended up with Police and Ambulance (Ambos for me as much as anything as I was in deep chesty discomfort) but avoided OH being taken anywhere. Ambos couldn't get a wee sample from him but he eventually calmed enough for them to leave.
Looks like Social Services may become involved.
What? When? Where? Why? How?
Have managed, after much cajoling, to get him in PJs and into bed. Unsure how long he'll stay there. I don't want to be near him or my mouth will run off with words I may regret. I know I will have to go there soon so he can do the night time bathroom visits in safety but right at this minute I feel like I'd leave and not come back without a moment's hesitation.
OK - rant over. Time for a nice cup of decaff tea, eh?