It started about a month ago when I had to go TDY. While I was away, my son Mark was looking after her. One day she fell and hit her head on one of our bookcases. To be safe, Mark took her to the ER to have her looked at. She fell because she was dehydrated. Upon my return, I informed everyone at work that I’m off the road for the foreseeable future. They all understand.
I have been planning for Carol to be admitted to a mental care facility. I found one in Navarre, which is a little over twenty miles west of here. Now I’ve had to kick those plans into overdrive. For the past several days, Carol has been very agitated. She has been screaming at the mirror in our bathroom. Apparently the people that only she could see have been saying bad things about her, and it's been making her very upset. She wakes up early in the morning, takes a plastic hanger and start beating on the mirror, trying to get rid of her hallucinations. And since she's been very upset, she has been getting violent. Just this past week, she has punched me, she has kicked me, and she also threw an orange at me (luckily she missed).
Today she attacked me again and I reached the end of my tether. After speaking with my sister-in-law, I called 911 to get her out of the house and to get a psych eval. The two sheriff's deputies took her to the local hospital where she was evaluated. After 4 hours, the doctor told me that she didn't meet the criteria for a 72-hour hold. Not only did the hospital not hold Carol overnight, they gave me a prescription for a sedative. I asked them “how can I give her new meds when I can barely get her to take for meds she is already prescribed?” It looks like I will be feeding her ice cream to give her pills.
Tomorrow I will go to Navarre to make the final arrangements with the mental care facility. Last Tuesday I contacted Carol's neurologist about getting a doctor's order to commit her. When I send them an email, they say it will take two days for them to get back to me. They never got back to me. After I have taken care of the arrangements for the mental care facility, I will be giving Carol's doctor a phone call instead of an email and I will tell him how disappointed I am their lack of assistance in this matter. They blew me off and I am not happy about it. Once I have secured carols place at the facility, I need to shop for a bed and an end table to furnish her room.
Wish me good luck because I'm going to need it. I have done as much as I can with her at home. It's time for the professionals to do what they can for her.