So here is another example of how dementia can quickly take reality and send it up in smoke.
We were camping last weekend and my husband says he’s going to bed. I am 4 sites away at a campfire with my parents and some friends and he heads back to our camper. About 20 minutes later one of our friends says “what is that noise” it’s faint and no one can figure it out so we ignore it.
Suddenly it gets louder and we all realize IT’S A SMOKE DETECTOR!!!!
It is coming from the direction of my camper and I just know it’s Pete so I get up and run. As I round the corner I see smoke pouring out the door of my camper and I yell back IT’S MY RIG!!!!! They all come running behind me.
I run in to find my husband attempting to disable the smoke detector while standing in clouds of smoke. On the stove is a package of Jiffy Pop with flames shooting out of it and the fire on underneath it.
He hadn’t even taken the cardboard off, was not shaking the pan and had no idea how to make it AND thanks to dementia his first instinct is to disable noisy annoying thing and NOT turn off stove and put out flames.
The reason the sound got louder is he had opened the door to let some smoke out. Thank GOD for that at least because just a few minutes more and the camper itself would have been on fire and he could have been killed or seriously injured.
Happy for good friends who each took a dog on a leash. My dad who made my husband come out in the fresh air (he wanted to just stay in the camper in clouds of smoke). We spent about 45 minutes outside while the vent fans and open windows and a few box fans blew smoke out of the unit.
Narrowly avoided a huge tragedy. And now I am contemplating how safe it is to ever leave him alone again? But 24/7 care is not an option in our world right now and he would resist anyway.