Oh, night terrors. They are something. Up and down, all night long with husband. Hallucinations. Crazy. Terrible. Scary. Frustrating. Exhausting.
We had a beautiful thunder storm last night. Husband was settled(?) in for the night. He wasn't asleep, just laying there, quietly. When the rain and wind came up, I opened up the bedroom window so fresh air could come in.
Soon, I heard husband get up and was speaking to,,,,,,,,,,,no one. I went in the bedroom and there he was, bending over my bed, trying to get to the open window. He said some people told him to close it because all his stuff from the nightstand was flying out the window.
I've learned not to ask, "what people?" I talked him down, or so I thought.
And that was just the beginning of my night.
With barely 3 hours of sleep under my belt, here I am.
When will this madness end? My poor husband, looking so frightened and helpless. He drools now, just wanted to put that out there. He has completely slipped from all reality and all he has ever known.
He knows nothing anymore.
Watching him eat makes my stomach turn. Food falls out of his mouth. He doesn't know how to use a fork or spoon anymore. I have to cut his meat for him. You have to coax him to hold his drink. I have to wipe his face when he's done eating. Clean his hands. Ask him if he's full? He doesn't know what that means. Ask him if he's hungry? Doesn't know that one either. Ask him if he enjoyed his meal? Knows not what you ask.
Folks, if you pray for me, and I know many of you do, please pray that his journey is almost over for husband. That's enough.
Ready or not for me, the end is coming. It's time. I've had enough. He's had enough.
It's all just too much this morning.