Weds 6th - oh hell's bells.
Around 8.30pm my OH 'went off on one' BIG TIME and started to become aggressive, causing himself harm, and rampaging at a fast shuffle around the house, the garden, and the shared car park area. My lovely neighbour kept a watch on him as I could not get near with any self-preserving sense of safety. Even the neighbour couldn't calm him which was a first. I could see forehead sweating but I was unable to get close enough to feel his chest, or back.
Finally called 111 and after a triage call back from 999 an ambulance was ordered at 10.30pm.
OH started to slow down so neighbour went home whilst he continued wandering but with the aggression diminishing.
By 1.30am he'd pretty well worn himself out, was cooled down (literally), and slumped on the sofa with only the odd bit of wandering.
2.30am - called 999 and requested a stand down on the ambulance. After another triage call back they agreed to call off so we eventually got to bed at 3am.
Thursday 7th - had to get up early to prepare to go to Memory Clinic appointment. Not easy after so little rest. The OH had no recall that anything untoward had taken place so that made things a little smoother.
Despite not seeing anyone last night from the emergency services they had worked fast as I had a call from the local constabulary to say they were coming to take a report due to safeguarding issues! I agreed, reluctantly, to see them later in the day once we'd returned.
Got to the Memory Clinic and the nurse had also received contact about the previous evening.
My OH is much further down the road in his Alz Dem 'journey' than I realised. I hate that 'journey' expression as it suggests some sort of fun and enjoyment. Anyway, lots of things were discussed - including his slight shake - and I showed videos I'd taken of the OH's self harming. None of the usual verbal or visual tests as the nurse could see it would only cause him further distress. The upshot is an additional med is being prescribed. I should be able to collect it today (Fri 8th) or tomorrow morning.
Got home, had a nice cuppa and a snacky thing and tried to settle down a bit.
Took OH to the bathroom and noticed bloodstains inside his pullups. Also a little in the pan and with some careful use of tissue found it coming from his penis. A UTI maybe? I hope it is something as simple as that and contributed to the mad whirl. Phoned GP's surgery immediately - they were just about to close and I was advised to call 111. Phoned and pressed all the correct buttons and whilse listening to the infuriating 'music' on hold the police officers arrived so ended the call. Introduced the two lasses as old school friends who'd dropped in on their way past. Yup, about right! I'm old enough to be their mum but it seemed the best thing to say. One sat and chatted to the OH so I could have an open chat with the other in the kitchen.
An hour later, after the officers left I tried 111 again but had to hang up as the OH was becoming agitated about the officers' visit and I did not want to use the words urine or blood etc within his hearing. I'll get a urine sample in the morning and be on the phone to the GP surgery at 8am sharp. In yet another call queue. With more infuriating 'music'.
As the evening progressed he seemed not too bad in himself, probably due to non-stop Andre Rieu DVDs and, unusually, went to bed without protest around 10.45. I've fed him so much plain water he'll be going to the bathroom all night. In fact it's only just gone 1.30am and he's been up twice.
Once he was in bed the first time I came back downstairs to clear up and have the luxury of a quiet ciggie and some me-time chill-out. It was then I noticed an envelope I'd left by the TV. It was a card from a friend for our Pearl/30th wedding anniversary on the 7th.
I'm feeling a tad despondent right now but come daylight I'll be stamping my little feet to get some action from the surgery. Wish me luck, good people.
Afterthought - as the officers were leaving I'm sure I heard words to the effect of 'file as common assault'. No, just no ...
Around 8.30pm my OH 'went off on one' BIG TIME and started to become aggressive, causing himself harm, and rampaging at a fast shuffle around the house, the garden, and the shared car park area. My lovely neighbour kept a watch on him as I could not get near with any self-preserving sense of safety. Even the neighbour couldn't calm him which was a first. I could see forehead sweating but I was unable to get close enough to feel his chest, or back.
Finally called 111 and after a triage call back from 999 an ambulance was ordered at 10.30pm.
OH started to slow down so neighbour went home whilst he continued wandering but with the aggression diminishing.
By 1.30am he'd pretty well worn himself out, was cooled down (literally), and slumped on the sofa with only the odd bit of wandering.
2.30am - called 999 and requested a stand down on the ambulance. After another triage call back they agreed to call off so we eventually got to bed at 3am.
Thursday 7th - had to get up early to prepare to go to Memory Clinic appointment. Not easy after so little rest. The OH had no recall that anything untoward had taken place so that made things a little smoother.
Despite not seeing anyone last night from the emergency services they had worked fast as I had a call from the local constabulary to say they were coming to take a report due to safeguarding issues! I agreed, reluctantly, to see them later in the day once we'd returned.
Got to the Memory Clinic and the nurse had also received contact about the previous evening.
My OH is much further down the road in his Alz Dem 'journey' than I realised. I hate that 'journey' expression as it suggests some sort of fun and enjoyment. Anyway, lots of things were discussed - including his slight shake - and I showed videos I'd taken of the OH's self harming. None of the usual verbal or visual tests as the nurse could see it would only cause him further distress. The upshot is an additional med is being prescribed. I should be able to collect it today (Fri 8th) or tomorrow morning.
Got home, had a nice cuppa and a snacky thing and tried to settle down a bit.
Took OH to the bathroom and noticed bloodstains inside his pullups. Also a little in the pan and with some careful use of tissue found it coming from his penis. A UTI maybe? I hope it is something as simple as that and contributed to the mad whirl. Phoned GP's surgery immediately - they were just about to close and I was advised to call 111. Phoned and pressed all the correct buttons and whilse listening to the infuriating 'music' on hold the police officers arrived so ended the call. Introduced the two lasses as old school friends who'd dropped in on their way past. Yup, about right! I'm old enough to be their mum but it seemed the best thing to say. One sat and chatted to the OH so I could have an open chat with the other in the kitchen.
An hour later, after the officers left I tried 111 again but had to hang up as the OH was becoming agitated about the officers' visit and I did not want to use the words urine or blood etc within his hearing. I'll get a urine sample in the morning and be on the phone to the GP surgery at 8am sharp. In yet another call queue. With more infuriating 'music'.
As the evening progressed he seemed not too bad in himself, probably due to non-stop Andre Rieu DVDs and, unusually, went to bed without protest around 10.45. I've fed him so much plain water he'll be going to the bathroom all night. In fact it's only just gone 1.30am and he's been up twice.
Once he was in bed the first time I came back downstairs to clear up and have the luxury of a quiet ciggie and some me-time chill-out. It was then I noticed an envelope I'd left by the TV. It was a card from a friend for our Pearl/30th wedding anniversary on the 7th.
I'm feeling a tad despondent right now but come daylight I'll be stamping my little feet to get some action from the surgery. Wish me luck, good people.
Afterthought - as the officers were leaving I'm sure I heard words to the effect of 'file as common assault'. No, just no ...
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