After an overall easy day, with little going on. The caregiver, right on the ball, actually coaxed Don out for ice cream. Things got a bit touchy for awhile after they came back but settled down with some lame but successful diversion.
We heard him say “Hi” quite happily to the guy in the mirror.
I knew we were fine when, as I started to dish out dinner, Don suggested haltingly that it would be nice if we filled a plate for that fella in there (nodding at the bathroom).
Oh, I said, thinking fast, I think if he wants supper he should come and sit at the table with the rest of us.
But the harmony was not to last. As I was writing this post, I had to stop, due to the familiar but increasingly urgent refrains of Let’s go, I want to go home, Where’s the car, etc.
By the time we got to bed, Don was literally jumping up and down in and out of bed, saying, I have to go, I have to go talk with Delores. I tried everything, but it took three hours and several pills to settle him down.
I haven’t seen that level of delusion and aggressiveness in a few months. Sigh.