Where I'm at Today!!!
What do u do with an Alzheimer patent when their ability to respond or understand anything that has to do with using their brain no-longer works and no nursing home or any facility will take him because he's 6 foot tall 210 lbs and very strong, and he's very young "only 68" in the last stages of this decease, ? The brain Is gone it's just now a body driving down the road with no one behind the wheel, Its a run a way body, that never sleeps and never sits down, he's like the energize bunny but I call him the supergize bunny. He's in a government facility right now as I m writing this but I received a call this morning that I have to pick him up that they have done all they can for him, And I have power of attorney over him and it's my responsibility / problem And they have only had him as of today 7 days and their wore out,. I've kept him for over 5 yrs now and never wanted him put with strangers, I wanted to take care of my father and help him with every fiber of my being until his journey home with JESUS..where he is in this decease is so bad that I can't take care of him with out being in danger but more so putting him in danger.. I'm 46 yrs old and not very healthy myself and now I'm very lost on what to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Signed broken hearted......
P'S.............
PLEASE SOMEONE HELP.....THEY WANT ME TO PICK HIM UP TODAY 6-9-2010, HE beat up my son a week ago and I had to have him backer acted that's why he got put in the government facility and was taken there by a police offerers , how can i bring him back here and put my son's life in danger as well as my father.................. I'M SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before caring for Mom, I spent time on an island that had TWO active bipolar seniors running amok. I mean, the woman went from Church Lady Choir Director to Queen of the Sluts...and if we hassled her too much, she ran away to Skid Row in Seattle. The only thing near the experience (I was part of the "team" to try to protect her and warn she was behind the wheel...or escaped on the ferry...or clean up her shit covered house)...was a cartoon movie from years ago that had a Toon Town in it. Bob Hoskins starred. He'd drop down into Toon Town, and that was what it was like working with this woman. (Who when she was stable was the most fascinating, enlightened and artistically musical woman.). I often dreamt of painting a dark hole tunnel on the side of a building and having her run into it, like in a Road Runner Cartoon.
I forgot what the point was. Some things make better stories later. Anyway, the 51/50 thing was that she had to be a danger to herself or others, so the sheriff dudes and dudettes were always on the lookout for her throwing something or driving drunk. Living in a house ankle deep in shit didn't qualify in their book...though it would in mine.
There is a facility in the NW that specializes in hard to handle dementia cases with as little medication as possible. Of course, for the time being, medicating might be a solution. If he acts out again, call the police again and have him 51/50'd (danger to oneself or others) for a 2-3 day observation. Get your local dept of aging involved, perhaps. Looks like you have your hands full.
There is this veil of "oh, it's really dementia" stuff that goes on when these folks act out, so it can be excused somehow. I personally don't care about the cause. If they are violently insane, then so be it; get them institutionalized and see if it can be controlled in a medical setting. If it is Alzheimer's there will be many stages to the disease and he may settle down, or be so drugged as to be a zombie.
Good luck.
I wish there was a facility especially for diagnosing Alz patients...a whole workup, trying diet and different things, in a "camp" setting, not looking like hospital. Also checking for every small health problem that would drive a dementia patient crazy. You wouldn't believe the insane behavior Mom had from simple sinus congestion. Couldn't hear, ear ache, sinus pressure, post nasal drip, coughing, sore throat....and dentures loose. Her whole head was coming apart at the seems. Luckily, when she lost her hearing, I put the whole picture together and got the congestion handled. Even that was hard as she wasn't in the mood. She could have been easily institutionalized by ME as being too combative to handle. I can't believe the difference. Wonder if they had bunions? or acid reflux? or flea bites? or their knuckles spiked with pain from arthritis and they lashed out if someone touched their hands. Medicate EM!!
Everyone, look out for this sort of thing. One thing that drove mom crazy was that her Depends were cutting into her legs, so she'd be pulling them off. MEDICATE HER!! Wow, there have been a half dozen other problems that drove her crazy so much that they drove me to the end of my ropes. Luckily, i kept at it til I found the underlying causes.