This has been a challenging week to say the least. Dad has been having more panic attacks due to his outright refusal to cool off his room. I'm not sure if it's the dementia or plain old stubborness, but whenever the weather gets warm, we start the thermostat battles. It happens in the winter as well, but not as badly. Dad is legally blind and can not see how to operate the HVAC unit in his room. As a result, he will often keep it turned completely off with the windows and doors closed. Needless to say, it gets very stuffy in his room which exacerbates his breathing which leads to a panic attack. This can go on for hours, and Dad will refuse to allow the AL staff to turn on the HVAC unit or give him a Seroquel to calm him down. He's equated the Seroquel to a "sleeping pill", and he accuses the staff of trying to drug him and he gets really combative. Now it's getting worse because he will get on his motorized scooter and ride up and down the halls of the ALF to "cool off". This often involves trying to engage disinterested workers in conversations (repetitive of course) or asking them to explain why he's so "uptight". I've tried to convince Dad to take the medicine when they offer it, but he's a tough old man and won't be made to do anything he doesn't want to do, including pulling the cord if he needs help with the HVAC. He's starting to get quite the reputation as the resident nuisance and some staff members are going to recommend him to be moved. How in the world am I going to explain this to Dad? Furthermore, where am I going to find the time or money to move him AGAIN? UGH! It's like I can NOT catch a break. This whole situation is literally sucking the life out of me. I just want it to be over if not for him, maybe for me. I'm just tired of it all.