nightus interuptus

Well ...last night immediately after posting the previous blog, I had decided to retire the computer for the evening and chose a movie to watch.

I got exactly eight minutes into it when the phone rang and it was Dad's nursing home

for the second time this week. (the fifth time in the last three months)

Dad was having yet another fit, and they needed me to come over and see if I could get him calmed down. The night shift is certainly a lot less formal than the day shift ...they were a lot more prone to joking around with me about things, and Zeke-ums sure gets more of a hero's welcome with the staff as well as the patients.

On Thursday it was that he wouldn't take his medicine ...this time was that he was refusing to take a shower and I think that he had wet himself (although it wasn't visible when I got there at least ...but the geriatric "Huggies" will do that).

Given how he was on Tuesday ...and then again when Mom & I were there Wednesday, and then yesterday.

pardon my french ...but:

HOW IN THE FUCK DID HE GO THAT FAR DOWNHILL JUST SINCE SUNDAY?!?!

I was a lot more polite of course, but if having to call me 2-3 times a week to calm him down gets to be a habit, then I might start getting a bit less polite about things. ...but at least I started to get to the bottom of things. They took him off his anti-anxiety meds ...and wonder of wonders, now he's constantly wanting to go home, wanting to make all the phone calls

...in a nutshell; all the stuff that I advocated that he needed to be on the anti-anxiety meds for in the first place. The initial response from them the last time was to increase his anti-psychotic meds. And I asked "exactly which part about wanting to go home from a strange place is psychotic? ...it's his anxiety that needs to be managed."

But they say that the anti-anxiety meds make him too groggy.

...and I politely (no, really ...I was VERY tactful) told her that they needed to find some other anti-anxiety meds that made him a little bit less groggy.

Geez ...I may just be doomed to have to see Dad 3-4 times a week if this keeps up.

*sigh*