Social Services assessed OH as needing supported living rather than the care home, which he has been in for a month's respite, as I was at the point of collapse.
I found a place at a lovely facility in a nearby town, that we can afford without county funding - it was a long drawn out task to put all the little ducks in a line, including stoma care - but by Monday afternoon I had sorted it.
My daughter and I moved his necessary furnishings and belongings yesterday, and set his room up for him - remembering to take some treats like his favourite chocolates and biscuits, as well as some new jigsaws etc and a brand new TV.
He was transferred from the care home yesterday afternoon, after we had left, as that was recommended as being the best thing to do.
I received an email from the manager saying he seemed to have settled well, and that he was delighted to see his clock and dictionary!
Then I received a phone call from him asking what on earth was going on, and why were his items of furniture there - I told him, rightly, it was because the room came unfurnished.
This morning, I had another phone call from him saying there was absolutely no way that he was stopping there for the 4 week trial - but he wouldn't tell me why.
Then I had a phone call from the manager saying that he had walked into town, when he should have been out for 45 mins exercise under the lockdown regs. He had gone to the local community transport people and demanded to be brought home...... they said they couldn't and phoned the supported living to tell them.
The carer dealing with his stoma emailed me to say he was abrupt and dismissive of her and clearly not happy - she only stopped 30 mins instead of the hour, as he told her to go.
I have heard no more from him since, I have had a dreadful day of concern, and worry, and upset. I think he will try something else tomorrow like using the exercise time as a 'window' to get on a bus and come home.
How am I supposed to handle this ? I am on my own, his family are 200+ miles away.
I will see what happens tomorrow, I suppose, but I am so weary of it all. I know he can't help it, but that doesn't help me.
I found a place at a lovely facility in a nearby town, that we can afford without county funding - it was a long drawn out task to put all the little ducks in a line, including stoma care - but by Monday afternoon I had sorted it.
My daughter and I moved his necessary furnishings and belongings yesterday, and set his room up for him - remembering to take some treats like his favourite chocolates and biscuits, as well as some new jigsaws etc and a brand new TV.
He was transferred from the care home yesterday afternoon, after we had left, as that was recommended as being the best thing to do.
I received an email from the manager saying he seemed to have settled well, and that he was delighted to see his clock and dictionary!
Then I received a phone call from him asking what on earth was going on, and why were his items of furniture there - I told him, rightly, it was because the room came unfurnished.
This morning, I had another phone call from him saying there was absolutely no way that he was stopping there for the 4 week trial - but he wouldn't tell me why.
Then I had a phone call from the manager saying that he had walked into town, when he should have been out for 45 mins exercise under the lockdown regs. He had gone to the local community transport people and demanded to be brought home...... they said they couldn't and phoned the supported living to tell them.
The carer dealing with his stoma emailed me to say he was abrupt and dismissive of her and clearly not happy - she only stopped 30 mins instead of the hour, as he told her to go.
I have heard no more from him since, I have had a dreadful day of concern, and worry, and upset. I think he will try something else tomorrow like using the exercise time as a 'window' to get on a bus and come home.
How am I supposed to handle this ? I am on my own, his family are 200+ miles away.
I will see what happens tomorrow, I suppose, but I am so weary of it all. I know he can't help it, but that doesn't help me.