Caring for the Man I Love

Last week, The Spouse was not feeling well. He was not sick, he just was not feeling well. Then it got worse…

… by Wednesday, he was agitated and upset with any little thing — a delivery driver rang the door bell, and that sent him into a rage. The TV remote did not work (needed new batteries) and he yelled about it. Little things were setting him off — to me, this was scary.

I also knew from my experience in caring for him during his long illness, that he was displaying symptoms of the effect of toxins produced by encapsulated bacteria. The bacteria that cause the disease that he had protect themselves with what’s called a biofilm, which essentially forms a barrier (capsule) that protects them from antibiotics. These capsules can remain dormant in deep bone tissue for years (or maybe forever.)

When one of those bacteria “capsules” break, it releases a flood of toxin produced by those bacteria. The toxin that triggers the brain to release a certain hormone that causes sleeplessness, agitation, and fits of anger. At its worst, the toxin can cause that horrible “brain fog” mimicking of Alzheimer’s Disease.

I immediately got an appointment with a doctor and took him there. This doc had not seen The Spouse in this condition before. He ordered a lot of tests. Finally, after three hours, we were sent home with a prescription for a generic, non-narcotic med that will help, but by treating symptoms — not the underlying cause.

But then on Thursday, The Spouse’s situation got even worse. When I arrived home from work, The Spouse was sitting in our living room with that scary blank face. I spoke with him. At first, he did not recognize me. He did not know what time or day it was.

Crap… here we go again … that awful vacant stare of “brain fog.”

Having managed this before, I immediately jumped into my caregiving roll.

I fed him a light liquid meal, guided him to a sofa and sat with him, just holding his hand. He did not speak.

I did some research to validate that the old-school generic med that he was prescribed was not related in any way to causing brain fog. Nope … apparently The Spouse must have had a very large capsule of bacteria rupture. When that happened, it sent a massive dose of toxins into his system. The brain fog is a result.

I contacted his doctor’s office and reported what was happening… three hours later the doctor called back with no help. “Why don’t you bring him in next week and I’ll have the results back from his tests so we can talk about it.”

Talk shmalk. I know exactly what happened. I also know exactly what to do. I administered treatment that we have used before. I made my home-made cure-all chicken soup and fed it spoon-by-spoon to The Spouse. I kept flushing him with liquids.

Well, it worked. By Saturday, he was back. He was alert, “with me in the present,” and less agitated because he was finally able to sleep. He was fatigued, but feeling better.

Life is short: know what to do to care for the ones you love and show them how you love them by your actions.

2 thoughts on “Caring for the Man I Love

  1. Thank you for sharing your experience, and so glad it ended well.
    I wish you both many wonderful years.

    I lost my beautiful man and best friend. We were together since the Summer 1969, had a beautiful daughter in 1985.
    We found out he was Stage IV lung cancer in August 2013, he died in my arms mid October, one day after our 44th Anniversary. I miss him.
    Cherish Life and be grateful for Love.

    Happy Holidays! and 2018

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