I left off with the morning of Aug., 16, 2006.  I had taken my husband to emergency the night before becuase he was displaying very bizare behavior.  The ER doctor had released him, not believeingthat he was having a very bad reaction to meds. he was taking.

He seemed calmer in the morning.  We were even laughing and joking a little about his behavior the night before.  He had an appt. with his doctor to check out the diverticulitus, so we began to get ready.

When it was time to leave for the doctor's, he seemed a little anxious and went into the bathroom.  He was in for quite a while, so I went to check on him.  He was laying face down on the floor, arms outstreched, and naked.  He refused to respond, although he was awake. 

I called the doctor and said we wouldn't make it.  Then, called his MD and explained what was going on.  He said if I could get him to the hospital, he would make sure they admited him to the psych. ward for evaluation.

My husband got up, got dressed, and went into the other bathroom.  His eyes were completely blank, as if he couldn't see or hear me at all.  He turned on the shower, and walked in, completely dressed.

He came out, again laughing uncontrollably and completely euphoric.  He asked me if I could see the angels in the backyard.  He started saying how wonderful everything was - great news, it was the 2nd coming of Jesus, etc. He talked of the nuclear explosion and how amazed he was that we all survived it.  He wanted to see his MD and tell him about the great news.  So, I convinced him we should go to the hospital and talk to him.  (I know it was a trick, but didn't really want him to have to go with the police).

I called his brother, a state highway patrol officer, to help me, just in case he tried to jump out of the car or something.  He wanted to sit in the far back seat of the van, luckily, not near the door, because he was afraid the sun would burn him if it was shining on him. 

We spent hours in the ER, waiting for a bed so he could be admitted.  He was hallucinating, claiming to be God, saying his MD was God, etc. the whole time.  The sedative they gave him didn't touch it.  We went to the hospital of his choice, although my sister is a psych. nurse at another hospital.  She was on vacation, anyway, and I didn't think it would take long for him to get better.

He was finally admitted and I went home, completely exhausted.  I needed to get his clothes and stuff together and get back to the hospital for visiting within a couple of hours.

Visiting did not go well.  He was very angry with me for taking him there.  He was still taking about the nuclear explosion and asked if I had seen it on the news.  I tried to be polite and not argue.  Shortly before visitng was over, he stood up and pretended to be vomiting on me, then took off running down the hall.  I left in tears, not knowing what to think.