Hidden maladies Last night was tough; R leapt out of bed every half hour or so wandered around and then leapt back in. I do not use the word leapt lightly. Fortunately for him I had spent a solid 3 mins googling akathisia and so was somewhat sympathetic. 5.30am came around all too quickly and being the untrusting wife that I am, I toted my love to my Thursday networking determined that nothing would faze me this day. Turns out a day in the ER will indeed faze you. R has been complaining, and by this I mean grimacing and gesturing ineffectually, about some hidden malady. I was convinced it was the side effects of the meds and paid no mind to other signs that would lead me in a completely different direction. In the name of dignity I shall say no more, except that he was given high level pain meds which he reacted to by becoming combative and highly agitated to a degree that I have never seen, ever. They followed with Ativan to calm him, which it did but unfortunately he refused treatment and no amount of coaxing would change his mind. We got home and he was so loopy I could barely get him upstairs and now he is out for the count. I am praying things will resolve on their own, otherwise we will need anesthetic which does not play nice with Alzheimers and typically steepens the decline slope significantly. (We did come home to Starbucks cards and a lovely card from the @juliehudash Hudash family to brighten our day, and then there’s @debbielesliesymes that goes to the pharmacy for you and chokes down some chocolate in the name of commiseration) #neveradullmoment #alzheimersucks #prayersplease #shadowgifts