I'm actually trying to save my clothing budget for when we head to the midwest and there's outlet stores, but I kinda wanted something for Easter. I was really just looking for nude pumps, but hey.

So, I had plans for today that were all thwarted by my father's renewed freaking out (including trying to leave the house in just a t-shirt -- JUST a t-shirt), so we took him to the hospital, and now he'll probably be there until we can find a nursing home. We spent a LOT of time in the ER, but eventually got him into the geriatric psych ward, where they will try to figure out medicine that makes him not rage but also awake.

It was a weird relief that he was still freaking out in the hospital and again after the first set of drugs wore off -- msbelle, I remember sitting there with you when mac was totally fine again and there was nothing for the doctors to see. That felt like it was going to be worse. My poor dad was so filled with rage and working SO HARD to control it, it was kind of beautiful to see. In a sad/hard way.

Now I'm wondering about going out of town for work this week, but I'm not sure what exactly I could do to help, and I know my mom has lots of friends who will help her out. But ugh.

I'm sorry Jesse, that sounds so hard on all of you. I hope you can figure something out regarding the work trip, anyway.

Thanks. I mean, I guess I'm going to go, but ugh. It kind of helps knowing they think he'll be in the hospital for at least a week, so there probably won't be transitions happening when I'm not here.

At least we're going to see Winter Soldier now! (I had plans with my cousin, invited my mother to join us....)

Oh, Jesse, I'm sorry. The relief that comes with the inevitability of a decision you don't want to have to make being so clearly made is so strange indeed.

RadioLab, I think, today had a piece on a alz care center in Germany and its fake bus stop that not only helped when their patients tried to leave (they'd go wait to catch a bus that would never come, and were easy to find and safe) but taught them to better handle their patients in general. By not fighting their *current* perceived reality, just letting them work through it safely (by waiting for a bus to get them wherever they thought they needed to be or letting the former baker get up at 2 am and go into the kitchen and bake,) inevitably, they'd move on to another, less fraught and urgent reality and it was much calmer. There was something beautifully sad that the forgetting was both the problem and the solution.

Enjoy the movie!

3 classes done, 3 to go. I might finish up tomorrow? I left my notes at work, so I think I won't take the exam until Monday, anyway. In any case, time for a break.

Yikes, Jesse. So sad. The one thing I was grateful for with Mom was that she wasn't mobile, really, so not at risk for wandering.

Oh Jesse. I'm so sorry that this is what you and your mom are dealing with.

oh man, so hard Jesse. But yes sad thing to learn that if someone feds psych care it is best that they act like they need it while at the hospital. Hardest parts of visiting mac last time he was in (I hope the last time he is ever in) was pushing him to rage while with the therapist. He would put on such a good front.