I am on edge, operating on nerves. My head is all funny, tight band across my eyes. When I get this way, I go very very slow, almost as though combating this - on edge feeling.
Another episode of dementia last night, my PALS insisted he had to get into a car, fought me and went out the door and no car. The cold helped. He came in, and asked if the car is in the garage. I managed to get him into bed and again he wanted to remove the catheter. I reminded him - he is still bleeding from the last time he tried to pull it out. He wanted to cut it off instead. I turned the TV on, - Jay Leno. I told him it is Jay Leno time and got him distracted enough, he let me settle him into bed and watch his Jay Leno program.
Another episode of dementia last night, my PALS insisted he had to get into a car, fought me and went out the door and no car. The cold helped. He came in, and asked if the car is in the garage. I managed to get him into bed and again he wanted to remove the catheter. I reminded him - he is still bleeding from the last time he tried to pull it out. He wanted to cut it off instead. I turned the TV on, - Jay Leno. I told him it is Jay Leno time and got him distracted enough, he let me settle him into bed and watch his Jay Leno program.