Dad's situation has gone down hill.

He has a cell phone that we set up with "voice prompt". This was so he could just say "call home" and it would dial it for him, so he didn't have to remember numbers or which menu buttons to push.

This is now proving to be a problem. When you flip the phone open, it says "please say a command" to which he should answer "call......".... instead, he thinks there is a person on the line, and keeps answering the phone and hanging it up, getting frustrated thinking someone is making crank calls to him.

This just happened over night. They had me change his level of Fentynal yesterday, and also his dosage of oxycodone... I'm not sure if that is what is radically changing his demeaner or not.

It seems that everything he looks at, he thinks it's something else. The "lighter" for the fireplace was mistaken for a "torch". He picked up a table knife at dinner tonight and proceeded to bang it all over the table... *sigh*.. he said he was killing ants.

Charlie had made a pan of brownies and they were on the table, in the pan, covered with foil. Dad was sitting there staring at the them, and swore there was a huge ant pushing crumbs over the side of a brownie for other ants to eat.

I know this all sounds a bit crazy, but this all actually happened, and more.

It's almost as if he's had a stroke or something. I considered calling in to hospice, but short of taking him in to the ER (I was not up to that tonight) I'm not sure what could have been done for him. But I will call his nurse in the morning and let her know all the oddities that have happened.

I also have to make sure that I remove the (hopefully unloaded) shotgun from his room. All his other guns are locked in the gunsafe... but he had gone in his room tonight, supposedly to go to bed, and we had a fire in the fireplace, a log fell, and he came out of his room and said that he had almost come out with the shotgun... THAT's all we need with his mind being what it is.

Hopefully he will be more himself tomorrow (crosses fingers)