Don't know what to do

Dad is getting worse, not better. He is combative, mean, cursing at all of us, confused and anxious. We have increased his Haloperidol to 1.0 mg, and he takes a Xanax .25 mg twice a day, and yet, he is impossible.

I awoke this morning to him in my bed. Rick had gone off to work at 5 am, and dad showed up around 6, I guess. He had apparently been up for some time, rearranging stuff in the kitchen, the laundry room, his own room...and now my room was the target.

I may need to place him. I can't take him swinging stuff at Patrick any more, or being impossible to direct.

Not a happy post. Not a happy me.