Last night was the worse night since George has been ill, he started from 2.45 in the morning, I did not get in bed until 1 o'clock , he was calling out help me help me, kicking the quilt off, trying to get out of bed, every time I settled him and got back in bed, he would start again, managed to get him back to bed by 5.30, I was totally exhausted, by then I was wide awake.
At 8.30 I could hear the door banging on the tiles in our wet room, he had managed to get out of bed, holding on to the cupboard, he had opened to tube of the catheter bed was wet through, his pyjamas were so wet, and the floor in the wet room was wet, he said he was trying to help me, well showered him and changed the bed, lucky we have a hospital bed, all he keeps saying is help me help me. Our daughter came she sat down with him, and was so calm, I felt by them to pull my hair out, he said to her the catheter is uncomfortable , it is because he keeps pulling it, oh for a easy life.
He also had a fall and I have an elk which was so easy to get him up, granddaughter, wanted a go after. To top it all I trying to organise dinner for Sunday 5 of George's family coming for dinner. Oh well have to get on with it and hope for a better night. Seems like I am always moaning, sorry. Yvonne xxxxxxxx