The meeting with Gary's nurse was held in an office inside the locked ward and the inevitable happened - gary was wandering and spotted me through the window in the door so of course we had to let him in. End of meeting! All I seemed to be doing was going over the lead up to his admission though which I'd already told the psychiatrist the day he was admitted, which he'd written down, don't they ever communicate?
His nurse told me that in her experience it was unusual for someone to be on a level 3 watch for this length of time, that he was still uncooperative with the staff, resistant to any physical intervention eg help with personal care etc and by now they would have expected to see a reduction in his level of anxiety.
We found him less hostile but very restless, he couldn't sit down for more than a minute or two, his right hand is swollen, which I pointed out although they'd already noticed it , when he's standing or walking he's bending sideways to the left and complaining of back pain and a head ache. We tried to get him to take some paracetomol but he spat it out. He doesn't seem to be as agitated today so the visit wasn't as harrowing as the others have been.
He did say at one point to me 'You're my mum, my mum' so yesterday when Paul told him she wasn't with us anymore, in effect he was telling Gary I'd died, no wonder he kicked off.
I shan't visit again til Friday, when Jane comes to see him because I don't actually think it's any comfort to him having me there, he's pleased to see me initially but the anxiety soon takes over and he's off doing what he usually does, walking and walking. He doesn't ask me to take him home anymore, he just wants to get out and that's what he'd want if he was here with me