Warning: Big rant ahead. One of the difficult things about Alzheimers - as a caregiver - is that Mom cannot tell us when something is wrong. Unless the symptoms are glaringly obvious we just have to wing it.
Last night as I was putting her pyjamas on I noticed an issue with her feet and ankles. We put her to bed with her feet on a pillow and hoped that the morning would be better. It wasn't . And of course you question yourself all night - Am I doing the right thing? Should I bundle her up in the middle of the night and head to the ER? etc etc.
So after a restless sleep I checked her this morning and they were still the same. I called her family doctors office and explained and it was suggested we go to the ER. Now spending any amount of time in a waiting room with an alzheimers patient is no fun. They don't understand, you can't reason with them and when they get restless there isn't much you can do.
When we arrived at the ER the waiting room was full, except for 3 empty chairs. We waited and waited while more people came in. We waited 6 hours. Six hours with alzheimers is more like 24 hours. We hadn't eaten all day and mom hadn't taken her pills. Within the 2nd hour the waiting room was now standing room only. If you left your chair - you lost it. So that meant we couldn't even go to the washroom. And I couldn't get up and leave her as there was not one person in that room that looked responsible enough to leave Mom with for 5 minutes. Seriously....it was the shallow end of the gene pool in there.
After 6 hours of waiting we still had not seen a doctor. I had enough. A wicked headache had taken hold and I just couldn't control Mom anymore. We left and came home. There were still 4 people in the waiting room who had been there longer than us. There was an 89 year old man slumped over in a wheelchair who had been there, in that position, for 3 hours. It was disgusting.