Last night, Jerry woke up and sat up on the side of the bed. My sleep deprived eyes popped open. I watched him as he walked to the bathroom, turned around and headed to the bedroom door. I rose up and said, “Jerry, honey. Come back to bed.” He wandered around the room then sat on the side of the bed, and started saying completely irrational things, as if it were a bad dream. I asked if he had to go to the bathroom, but he continued to just slip back into the bed. I think he was actually hallucinating. The strained and grimaced look on his face was of pain. He was very intense, and said, “Lord, help me.” I just kept quiet to see what was happening. Then, he abruptly threw back the covers and pounded his fists on the sheets, “No one told me.” I placed my arm around him and tried to calm him down. He continued on, babbling irrational thoughts as if he were dreaming. But, I couldn’t wake him. He was intrenched in whatever confusion he was in. He said, “I’m, ready to go.” For at least 15 minutes this activity continued and I felt helpless that I couldn’t take his fear and pain away.

Eventually, I got him to roll over and place his arms around me, then he seemed to calm down.

This morning, I checked on him the minute I woke up. He was still grimaced and his face looked so confused and pained. His body looked so frail. I tried to comfort him and get him to go back to sleep, which he finally did. What a night!

This was the second of such occasions. Occasions of hallucination. Pretty scary. It hasn’t happened in the daytime yet. Was it a bad dream? Or was it a hallucination? I don’t know. But it’s a new challenge to overcome.