As soon as we got back to Rome I spared no time in seeking the necessary documents. Residency could be obtained without too much delay. Francesco meekly accepted signing all the papers, and obediently answered the Registrar's questions as though he had suddenly surrendered to my newly acquired authority. He was also much calmer since we had returned home. I continued to administer the sedatives prescribed by the French doctors but had not yet resorted to psychiatric help. He slept a lot now and longer, and I had to make great efforts when he was drowsy to rouse him from the sofa and lead him to the dining-room, bathroom or bed. When he slept, his sleep was so deep that he became a dead weight and I had to resign myself to waiting sometimes for hours until he awoke. I tried to reduce moving him as much as I could, and if he fell during the night I limited myself to covering him with a blanket and placing a cushion under his head. The following morning I then asked my neighbours for help. However, sleep often alternated with moments of great recalcitrance and, when contradicted, he sometimes reacted violently, hurling things at me or smashing the crockery.
THE PSYCHIATRIST WHOM I eventually consulted did not change the treatment prescribed in Caen but only advised adjusting, a drop at a time, the dose of sedatives, depending on Francesco's reactions.