Last night was awful. Another panic attack. And I am out of his Lorazepam. We have to get our prescriptions mail order per insurance, but the refill was just shipped yesterday. Calling his neuro to see if she can send a short term script to the local pharmacy.
I think it's almost a self-fulfilling prophesy thing now. He's worried that he can't sleep, which causes the anxiety, so he can't sleep. And then he doesn't know what to do. I laid down with him and held his hand, but he had me up every 5-10 minutes making another adjustment for him. Covers off, head up, legs up, legs down, stretch hands, trilogy off, trilogy back on, stretch feet, move hands, fan on, fan off - and then repeat. Finally, around 3 AM, I told him he just had to stop. I laid down next to him again and held his hand for a while. He finally did drift off. Of course, then I couldn't sleep. I finally got about 3.5 hours.
As I was getting out of the shower, he called for me, saying he had to go to the bathroom. Pee or sit? He said he thought he had to sit. So I started to get the commode ready. Then he asked if I could do his ROM exercises first. I told him no, that after the bathroom, I was putting him back in bed. He told me then that he could wait to go to the bathroom. He's now been asleep for another 2 hours.
I hate to be mean, but I don't know what to do. He just doesn't know what to do with himself.
On the up-side, a friend just texted me she is bringing dinner tonight. I thank God for those kind of friends.
Off to go check on him again.