It's Friday night, I am at work, in doctoring mode , and urgently paged to see a little old lady who has had a fall. Hypoactive delirium is Catherine's diagnosis. Pleasantly confused , a term doctors frequently write in our case notes. She's now propped up in bed, feeling "very well, thank you" but not too pleased to see me, to be poked and prodded and to be disturbed at this hour. But she lights up , as so many of my patients do, when I ask her about her family and she proudly tells me about her niece who is currently "representing Australia in a bowling competition in Guam", and her beautiful daughter , who she doesn't want disturbed at this time of night. It's an easy consultation for me because she is now fully alert and the delirium is no longer evident. The confusion comes and goes, and so we will still run a full delirium screen . But she has had no loss of consciousness, her vital signs are all stable, she can recite her ad
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