Medications, psychosis

My mom’s memory care residence has had to call the ambulance twice this week. Yesterday I went to the hospital to stay with her while she was in emergency. She is being admitted because the doctors believe her psychosis is related to all the different meds she’s been prescribed over the last month. She has been seen by a neurologist who prescribed Risperidone. The geriatric team prescribed another med and her own doctor has given her meds to calm her when she is agitated. She is hardly eating or drinking and she is shouting that she has been kidnapped and there are killers in her room. She cries constantly. When she’s like this she won’t take her meds. My sister and I spent hours with her one day last week when the LPN called us. She called us b******, she did not love us etc etc. I know this is the disease and am not taking it personally, although it was very difficult to hear. By the time I arrived at emergency yesterday, she was calm, she had no voice. She had been screaming for hours. She was very happy to see me. She cried. Five hours after I arrived, I was still holding her hands when I saw a look in her eyes and I knew the mom I know today had just been replaced by my younger mom. She had no idea who I was. The daughter was replaced by a stranger. She was still calm and this allowed me to question her like a caregiver might. I left there knowing she had 4 children (true), she knew our names. Only the oldest one is married, the other 3 are in school. (We’re all married with grandkids of our own). She’s been married 20 years to a wonderful man who makes coffee every morning and is very helpful around the house. All true except her and my dad have been married 70 years. She told me she had to call her mom to let her know she was ok. My mother is 88 years old. She has never been aggressive, violent and has never used colourful language. I write this to say that the evening and the conversation I had with my mom was extraordinary. I now know where she is in her mind, where she lives and how old she thinks she is. Spending time with her last evening was the best thing I’ve done for myself. I now have a better understanding of how to talk to her, how to reach her while I still can. Not looking for suggestions but if you have something to share, I’d love to hear it. I just wanted to share a happy moment within this dreadful disease.