What have I done...?
Nov. 19th, 2022 08:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosa_heartlilyWe had a lovely Sunday afternoon in the park with daughter and grandson. Of course, it was far too warm for early November, which in the wider scheme of things is Worrying, but from a personal/selfish pov it's so lovely to be able to get out and enjoy the fresh air.
Monday is a WFH day, but I was fully intending to be back in the office on Tuesday. But on Monday evening, the husband suddenly (and like someone's-flicked-a-switch suddenly) started getting confused and forgetful. We had the same conversation over and over again, moved on to something else, then back to the first one.
This continued through Tuesday, so I continued to WFH. On Wednesday, I got him an appointment with the GP. At the appointment, he broke down over his brother and the GP put the whole thing down to grief.
This made sense because he starts with the brother, goes through all his family members, then talks about his parents and how he was part of a large, happy family that did everything together but it's all fallen apart (mostly true). So, it felt like his grief was for the Family in the widest sense.
Our daughter came down yesterday evening having only heard our reports and was immediately far more worried than me or our son. When she got home, she rang 999 and they got back to me. I spoke to the out of hours GP who didn't exactly shout at me but was surprised we hadn't done more sooner.
And I'm ashamed at myself when I look back. I think at the time I thought there was no obvious reason for it (no falls, bangs on the head, taking drugs or alcohol), so it would resolve itself. If someone else was telling me about this, I'd be saying, 'THAT'S why you need to get it looked at!'.
Anyway, he refused to go to hospital last night, even though the OOH GP had booked us in, so the daughter and her fiancé are going to take us down there this morning. I think he'll prefer the fiancé's car to a taxi, too. Wish us luck...
Monday is a WFH day, but I was fully intending to be back in the office on Tuesday. But on Monday evening, the husband suddenly (and like someone's-flicked-a-switch suddenly) started getting confused and forgetful. We had the same conversation over and over again, moved on to something else, then back to the first one.
This continued through Tuesday, so I continued to WFH. On Wednesday, I got him an appointment with the GP. At the appointment, he broke down over his brother and the GP put the whole thing down to grief.
This made sense because he starts with the brother, goes through all his family members, then talks about his parents and how he was part of a large, happy family that did everything together but it's all fallen apart (mostly true). So, it felt like his grief was for the Family in the widest sense.
Our daughter came down yesterday evening having only heard our reports and was immediately far more worried than me or our son. When she got home, she rang 999 and they got back to me. I spoke to the out of hours GP who didn't exactly shout at me but was surprised we hadn't done more sooner.
And I'm ashamed at myself when I look back. I think at the time I thought there was no obvious reason for it (no falls, bangs on the head, taking drugs or alcohol), so it would resolve itself. If someone else was telling me about this, I'd be saying, 'THAT'S why you need to get it looked at!'.
Anyway, he refused to go to hospital last night, even though the OOH GP had booked us in, so the daughter and her fiancé are going to take us down there this morning. I think he'll prefer the fiancé's car to a taxi, too. Wish us luck...
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Date: 2022-11-20 02:00 am (UTC)I hope they're able to help.