He was taken in last Friday by ambulance, having lost a lot of blood and weight and with low blood sugars. He was diagnosed with a duodenal ulcer, for which he was treated, but the hospital's main concern has been his refusal to eat or take his meds. Some days he complies with his treatment regime, other days not. When I visited him yesterday, he looked dreadful - skin and bone - but he managed to eat a bit for me - the first all day apparently. The ward sister asked about me coming in each day to encourage him to eat - told her I had other care-ees and she didn't pursue it. D has been diagnosed with agitated depression and is on medication for it. I brought a radio in for him. Today's report was much better - he slept well, was in good form this morning, had taken his meds and a drink of milk. I'll check again shortly and if necessary will go in, but otherwise will go tomorrow, as planned. The visiting is normally on alternative days, but the ward sister said they could accommodate me going every day. It has been good to get a break from the caring role.
Gilli
Gilli