Coffee, Kilts, and Conversation

This is from our last visit to the Highland Games.

Sometimes I feel like we're neighbors and I have you over for a cup of coffee. I know I've set of this blog to talk about my life with Sweetie and what we go through. Today's picture is with me wearing my colors. The kilt is a gift from my beloved Uncle Art. He made a trip to Scotland, and had it made there. We lost contact years ago, after my father's death. He sent it to me on my birthday. It still had the stitching to hold the pleats together. I wear it in loving memory of him, thanks Uncle.

 

What would I tell you about Sunday? As we sit, coffee and maybe some donuts or sweet roll to share. I would tell you we had a semi-good day.  I would tell you that Sweetie is in a fading time. She has been pretty steady for the past couple of weeks. Now I see a little less of her. It is like this disease, this shrinking of the brain, as it eats away at who Sweetie is, I can't put my finger on it, it is just something is gone. One less bit of personality, of memory speak, that wasn't there today, something noticeable and at the same time, undetecable.

 

She is eating less and that concerns me. We had scrambled eggs and spam for breakfast. I've switched to spam instead of bacon, we've wasted so much bacon, that is for another time. Before, she'd eat all that I portioned out for her. Now, she eats about half. We had mac and cheese mixed with hamburger. Last time she couldn't get enough, this time, about half again. 

 

Now that we are talking about it, when we shower, I've noticed how skinny she is getting. Her arms, her tummy and pelvis area show it the most. I watch her catch balance, just standing and poof, off balance. Water is still something that we don't drink enough of. So I'm re doubling my effort to remember to drink more and get her to drink more. 

 

Last night, after my meeting, I was talking with a fellow and Sweetie jumped in and started talking with him. I don't know if people are trying to polite, or trying to understand what she is saying, but to me, it shows that she is paying attention to who I'm talking to and wants to be part of it. 

 

I keep a bottle of Hemp oil in the car so that when we go someplace, I will give her a dose as a precautionary care just to make sure she is OK. Like today, when I pick her up from daycare, she more than likely be worked up and excited to see me and then sad. When I get in the car, I'll give her some "Happy Medicine" and within about 15 to 30 minutes she's fine. 

 

Checking the weather and it looks like a good day for golf. Haven't heard from the last facility that I was seeking information about to put Sweetie in while I go on my April trip. Oh, that reminds me, I may or may not post while I'm away. The only other device I have is my phone, and can you imagine me trying to put together a post like this using my smart phone? I'll try, but I can't promise anything yet. 

 

So, here we are, getting ready to get the day started and on down the road. Ah, there is a knock on the door, its my Driver and he is eager to get going. So, until tomorrow, you know where I'll be. I'm the cool one, with my cool sunglasses on, riding with my Driver as we head on the road to Dementia Town, as always, keeping my Shinny Side Up. That goes for you too. There is never a reason not to keep your Shinny Side Up either. Rain, snow and mud can always be washed away, it doesn't mean you have to enjoy the bad weather, just remember there is a Shinny Side under the road dirt. God Bless.