First of all -- thank you all for your emails, phone calls, and good thoughts.
I wish I had something good to report...but I am feeling defeated....
I found a nice place for John -- the Memory Care at Jersey Ridge Place. I wrote the check for $8.155.00...and the boys helped me move some furniture into his room there. He has a Lazy boy, the duct tape swivel chair Lilly decorated, his own bed and dresser. He has a window looking out on a sweet courtyard -- and the kids took a hummingbird feeder to hang outside his window.
He moved in on Friday, April 23....I was so hopeful.
But things are not going well.
Sunday night, Ross got a call at 11:30 -- John had fallen in the bathroom. Apparently, he'd been there for hours...and he was soaked in urine...his clothes were wet, the bed was wet...and he had a scrape on the top of his head from the fall. (which probably happened around 8:00).
Monday, Ross had a conversation with the nurse in charge of things...and made the point that the fall was not the problem. The sea of pee was the issue...and completely unacceptable. That woman indicated to me that John may not fit into their facility...his roaming during the night makes him unmanageable...ugh...
Tuesday, I took Frank for his grooming -- and picked up a breakfast sandwich at my favorite gas station. That afternoon, I was with John at JRP...when I started to feel sick.
I had food poisoning. And for the next two days, I was sicker than I've ever been in my life. I don't know how to describe it...but my stomach was cramped and I was screaming in pain. I called my sister Deena, and she googled food poisoning...she brought some Sprite (for the carbonation) -- and I laid on my stomach while she massaged my kidneys. I had a fever, and was sweating like a pig..
That's all I'm going to say about it...the rest is just as disgusting as you can imagine. My brother Cal has gone in to visit with John the last two days, because I can't go. Ross is with him every night, and gets him ready for bed.
But, last night, Ross got another call from the Memory Care...John had taken off his clothes, (except for his Depends) and wandered across the common area into another woman's room...
UGH...I'm pretty sure they're going to kick him out...and I have nooo idea what I'm going to do next.
Mostly, I can't think straight because I just can't stop crying...