No great highs or lows, weather was too horrid to get Phil out and about so he was a bit bored and wanderful (my new word for constantly getting up). He ended up sleeping too much for which we were to pay!
Guy came round to dad sit while I went out rehearsing my folky nonsense.
Phil just wouldn’t sleep, all night I was up and down as he kept getting up and was wandering down the hall. This is actually a classic sign of dementia. He wakes up, doesn’t know where he is and gets confused and uneasy. He will often ask to go home. Things we can do to help are to try and keep his sleep patterns normal, try and reduce daytime napping, keep him interested… Yeah like that’s easy. We will try a nightlight so that when he wakes he can recognise his surroundings. Warm milk before bed. In short, treat him like a child.
On the subject of keeping him entertained I played him some of his favourite music, including one piece that would have reduced him to tears 6 months ago. His responses varied between totally ignoring it or writing it off as stupid. Ho hum…
Anyway, no sleep for me! Mum getting grumpy and seriously fed up with him. There was snarkiness