Never Boring

I spent almost two hours with Mom today.  Cami was so pleased that I got to see what she deals with 24/7 with Mom.  Upping the happy pill at night does not make it so Mom sleeps more.  She does not.  I had emailed the doctor's office Monday trying to get something new or some new suggestion. 
I received email back today that maybe it is caused by the prozac because she has been on it so long and to taper off it.  I have no problem with that.  At this point I'm not even sure if an anti-depressant is effective.  But it takes a week to taper off and then however long until it is out of her system.  And in the meantime she is running (almost constant restlessness now) on three hours sleep at night and sometimes a nap.  It is a real catch-22. 
I'm aware that all this new restlessness can be just progression of the disease.  Mom lives in her own world mostly.  She is talking to people we can't see and going places that aren't there.  But she doesn't know where she is going or what she wants to do or find.  She just knows she has to do it, find it, or go there.  I can't even interject myself because she is losing language a bit and things don't even make sense.  She told Cami the other day that the people who came in her room told her to get naked so she could go fishing.  And she did and came out and said she was ready to go fishing.  Maybe she needed a shower, but that isn't what she conveyed.  The irrationality of dementia is hard on rational people also. 
Because she is so much work Cami is upping the rent a lot.  I get that.  But Mom is wearing her out.  So I'm pretty sure it is time to find a new place that is back to being a memory care unit.  That way there is 24 hour staffing that isn't one person. 
When Mom lived at Highgate there was always one person who was wandering around the halls.  Just like Mom is doing now.  And that is why I think it is progression of the disease.  Maybe meds are interacting with the disease and making things harder for her.  I'm sure the lack of sleep is having an effect.  An effect on a brain that is already so compromised. 
My life is never boring.