Not as bad of a weekend as I had imagined. Sometimes, I guess it’s good to expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised. It was certainly no “piece of cake,” but the screaming wasn’t quite as bad and we actually had some amazing moments yesterday. It took awhile, but I finally got her to settle down and rest in her room, and she seemed very comforted to have me there by her side – more about that tomorrow on Caregivers.
Today, she was very restless. Lots of pacing until about an hour before dinner when she finally curled up in the recliner. Unfortunately, her mind just wouldn’t let her relax and she whined, fussed, clapped, and generally looked miserable. I gave her an Ensure, and she practically inhaled it – I held the glass and she never opened her eyes. Once that was in her tummy, she did relax and by the time I left she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
The neurologist will see her tomorrow, and we’ll go from there. Perhaps the increased dose of Buspar is helping, but I would like for them to be able to give her something ‘as needed’ when she reaches the height of misery. Just can’t stand seeing the terror and agony in her face. Plain and simple, she shouldn’t have to go through that.
Tonight, I’m extremely grateful for Eason House and our wonderful family of caregivers. I don’t know where we’d be without them.
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