Greg visited mum this morning and found a member of staff who actually saw the 'incident'.


Here is what she said: mum and dad quarrelled, but it was not serious. Neither of them raised their voices. Mum's centre called dad's simply because it was clear that neither mum nor dad were enjoying themselves any more, and dad would be better off doing something else. The member of staff was astonished that this had been described as an 'incident'

When the story was reported to Greg is had been embellished with hyperbole - and conjured up for him something resembling a scrap. Chinese whispers are dangerous things. How dangerous we do not know. If we wish to dig further into this we need to hear what the Zyprexa-prescribing doctor was told. Was the pill intended to prevent further 'incidents', or was it just to treat the apparent increased confusion and agitation seen in dad. Either way, why was such a powerful anti-psychotic drug used? Why was it that the staff at the hospital all seemed to think that dad had become psychotic prior to admission? Why, after all, was a drug that is contra-indicated for the old, the demented and the prone to heart problems ever prescribed in this case? What, given that it is contra-indicated, are the noted adverse effects? Our priority right now is getting dad's immediate future sorted out, we may yet return to follow the trail of his admission to Emergency.

And on that other subject, here is the news. Dad's ACAT assessment was done today and is a case of fence-sitting. He has been assessed as borderline, as far as I can understand. We have two choices still. Put him in a hostel, with its lower staffing levels, and risk having him over-drugged, but at least keep him in an environment that seems like a club rather than a hospital. Or put him in a nursing home where he will get more attention and may be encouraged to move around, but suffer the loss of environment and proximity to mum. Neither of these options may be long term.

On Thursday, Greg and I will go to see the extra service section of the nursing home in the village, and we will also move dad's room contents to what could be his new room in a place just like, and next door to, mum's

Chances are that dad will not be there for long, I think. I can't help feeling dad's not going to get much better, that he has leap-frogged mum and is likely to be wheel-chair bound now. Of course, I hope I am wrong, but Alzheimers and optimism make uneasy bedfellows.