We’ve been in Risperidone for a week. We’ll he has, but his reduced aggression has calmed me too.

He was never violent, but after the hospital he was far more frustrated and it showed. He was really resistent to letting me keep him safe.

He’s still feisty. He constantly wants to get up and move around which is great for his mobility, bad for his foot. The scabs from the infection are rubbing off, and the skin is raw underneath. Keeping his foot bare has been a challenge.

Since the hospital, he started getting up a few hours after going to bed. Between 11:30 & midnight seems to be the witching hour, no matter what time we go to bed or if I retire with him or stay up for a while.

Happily, the scary people seem to have disappeared, as have the bugs he was constantly swatting at. He still sees critters moving about occasionally, but not nearly as often.

Sadly, he continues to not always know me. I’m often one of his children, an unidentifyable neighbour or just the nice lady who feeds him.

In fact, in last night’s episode of “Let’s get up at midnight” I helped him look for me. My car was in the garage but he couldn’t find me anywhere. He was worried. He wanted me to call his mom (died 1999), ny mom (but actually named his first wife’s mom, not mine), to help locate me.

I’d love to say he eventually found me, but I think he just got tired and let me put him back to bed.

Adventures in dementia-ing.