Thank you - I'll definitely let you know.
I've been getting the Invega in him orally this weekend, and he's a little better than he was - at least getting some sleep. But, he was practically begging me to take him to the hospital this morning to get his shot, but I knew they'd keep him, so I told him I could call crisis and see if they could get me authorization for a doctor to give it to him at one of the emergency rooms.
He took his Invega pill willingly and said he'd try to hang in there until Monday - then wanted a Zyprexa (it had been good for years, but wasn't working lately) so I figured it couldn't hurt him. It almost instantly calmed him, so I don't know now. I'm going to mention it to the doctor.
We had a pretty good day after that. He agreed to go out if he could stop by the store & get a beer, so I agreed since I'm just trying to get him through the weekend. Then we grabbed a takeout pizza, got gas and walked maybe a mile on a park trail before he got too paranoid about people being in the woods and we had to leave. Even before we started walking he said someone was going to jump out & kill him. Then, we went to the greenhouse & picked out a few plants and came home. There were two elderly ladies in there with three elderly dogs. For some reason the dogs bothered him and one bothered him on the trail we went on (all leashed) - I don't get that because we have 16 dogs including the hunting dogs.
He said no, then yes, to another 6 mg of Invega tonight and now he's looking like he's settling in to go to sleep on the sofa.
Today, he talked about some of the things he's afraid of.
He's afraid of people - that's a constant that doesn't change.
And, he's afraid he's an abomination and not a person at all. That's heartbreaking to hear.
He's afraid that I'll die and he won't be able to live without me. I explained the Intensive Treatment thing is supposed to help him learn some independent living skills, but I'm not planning to die anytime soon, and if I die at the age my parents did (grandparents near 90, biological parents I never see are well into their 60s and going strong), he'll be an old man too.
He was also afraid that all our trees are dying around the house, but no where else - so we had to go out and do a 10 minute drive so he could see that none of the trees have their leaves yet. And, for some reason, he just asked if we are in a drought.
He's afraid that no one would want to buy our house (he wants to move to a new one) because it's not in spotless shape (no one in the house is careful with stuff & we have 2 dogs, 2 cats and a rat - I'm well over spotless), so I explained that you usually do all that when you get ready to put your house on the market.
It seems the list is endless.
He says he's a natural worrier, and I tried to explain that he worries about things that most people would never even think about, and that we need to get him help for that whether it's meds or therapy or something else, and he seemed kind of OK with it.
We're finishing up day 4 of adding the oral Invega back, so it must be starting to work. Even with all the fears, he was better than yesterday - and he's sleeping.
I guess all the grandiose delusions were his protection from all these fears. In those thoughts, he's all powerful and all knowing.