Jacquelynn is admitted to the hospital as I type this. After a (relatively) terrific Saturday, she could neither get nor stay settled today, and (yes, I’m leaving out a LOT of detail for now) she had a bit of a break. In short, she suddenly decided she was a little girl (I’ve kinda seen that part coming for a while; there are constant references to “a little girl” in her mumblings) and that I had stolen her from her home. We were in the car, so I took us home, and her mood and state of mind shifted constantly on the way, but when we entered the driveway, she didn’t recognize the house and thought I was going to force her inside and harm her. So, we stayed in the car while I called 911. Since she can’t reliably manipulate the door handles or the seat belt, I figured she was safest right there until the medics arrived. They know her by now (fourth or fifth visit for this reason), and had her on her way in no time.
Sky (the dog) was NOT happy to see her go. His last owner died in the home and I’m certain a lot of this was frighteningly familiar to him.
Officially, she has another relatively severe kidney infection, which is why she’s been admitted. The hope is that we can get a few other tests and evaluations taken care of while she’s there and that maybe I can manage one halfway decent night’s sleep. Not taking bets on either, honestly. While she was fairly calm with the medics, and apparently with the hospital stall as well, to begin with, she flipped her switch at some point while I was in conference with the caseworker and they had to sedate her. Last she said, she had no desire whatsoever to see me, so on the advice of the docs, I came home to rest and take care of Mr. Sky.
This is the beginning of the end for her living at home, though. All the people involved are shocked she seems so well-taken-care-of, given the time I’ve been essentially on my own at this, but they all also totally agree that she needs 24-hr professional care. I just need to complete the Medicaid process and get my guardianship petition approved.
Say a prayer or three for us, if you do that sort of thing. Otherwise, I’m grateful for every bright and loving thought you can send up.