I always forget what this thread is for but had my first real experience of Alzheimer's yesterday and am so fortunate neither of my mum's parents suffered from it.
Cycled past an elderly woman who didn't look right, stopped and went back to ask if she was OK. She said she was lost and suffered from it, told her I worked in a hospital (but not a clinician) and showed her my badge to ease any possible fears of a tall stranger.
She had a badge on a lanyard and some keys there, remembering the road she lived on which luckily was just down the road. Queue us walking there, wheeling my bike on one arm and propping her up on the other. Every few minutes she'd ask how did I know where she lived and tell me she received an MBE for teaching.
She remembered the door number and as we approached she started to get excited and practically started sprinting to the door almost falling over several times. We get to the door one from hers which she mistakingly thought was her so I rang every doorbell and asked if they knew, one did and confirmed she lived one down from theirs. But by this point she was adamant it was the on we were at and we were now in inside. The neighbour who confirmed came out to help and knew her. She was having none of it and just wanted to get inside a house/flat, we were calmly trying to plead with her it was next door. I used her keys to enter her actual place while the neighbour dealt with her for a few mins, tried to grab a family picture (there were notes all round the flat reminding her of things) and found her phone which fortunately had ICE information including her son's number. The neighbour had wisely told her husband to keep their flat door closed in case she tried to get in, he did but for some unfathomable reason opened it a few minutes later and the woman made a dash for it. Here's me trying to softly physically pull an elderly lady from someone's front door and tell the muppet husband to keep his front door closed.
Eventually the mxiture of the son telling her which door number she lived at and me pointing out we were at the number next door, it just clicked and the two of us walked her next door to her flat. Her son told me to plonk her down on the sofa, put the TV (she grumbled when I asked if she wanted Wimbledon/Murray on
) on and leave him on the phone. Mission accomplished. So glad I stopped as it could have ended very differently for her. A truly horrible disease (she kept saying she was mental because of it and I tried my best to reinforce she isn't). And husbands - if your wife tells you something, especially in a high pressure situation - listen to them!
I heard the neighbour mention carers but for the limited knowledge I know, living by herself isn't going to work
.
Edit - a bit of internet sleuthing and I think I found her and also a few facebook comments from former students of hers saying what a wonderful teacher she was
. And forgot to mention my wife coming to the rescue/backup as I briefly rung her at the start of the ordeal to explain what I was doing/why I was late (told her the street name), but forgot to send her my location and because of so many things going on, hadn't messaged back for over an hour.
Edit - one more thing,
please add In Case of Emergency (ICE) information to your phones if you haven't. That's twice now it has really helped the situation (previously found a teenage girl having a seizure and cracked her head open).