Respite care. Time to get busy.

A fun picture of a picture with some Navajo art.

Is this the time to say, "Here I go again."? Before I start to explain this question, I feel I need to tell you what a great day Wednesday was. It only had on fly in the ointment, and that wasn't enough to block out the joy I had. 

Of course, Wednesday was the now daycare/golf adventure. 

When I dropped Sweetie off, it was the first don't want to go, and once inside she couldn't get me out fast enough. I tell her that I'll be back as quickly as I can, all the time knowing that it will be 4 hours when I return. 

My golf game was better than normal. Teamed up with another man who was a Vietnam Vet. We had much in common. Our game, our conversation came easily, and I had one of the best games in along time. Got a birdie and a par, in succession. Usually it is, for every good hole, there are one or two holes in between the good holes. That made the game a game to remember. 

We also had an appointment with a facility that I had been talking with in my attempt to find a respite stay for Sweetie. To be fair, the only reason I've been courting this place is because they are close. I've had problems getting them to respond to my inquires. Yesterday was more of the same. We had an appointment, and when we arrived, they put us in a office, said our person would be right in, and we waited, and waited. We left. As we were walking out to the car, the receptionist came out and said our person was coming now. Nope, not good enough, we're out of here. 

Lucky for us, there is another place I knew, further away than I'd like, but available. Stopped in, talked with a supervisor and she made me feel comfortable. I know I have to plan ahead for Respite care because these places are not hotels that keep open room. So I have to reserve a place for Sweetie well in advance. Hoping that I don't go scurrying around to find someplace that is either too expensive or not good for Sweetie. So now I'm waiting to hear from this new place today. Stand by. 

The rest of the day, with CBD and lotion, we made it through. It was a good evening, very little sundowners, and we even went out for an evening meeting. Driving at night is getting harder and harder for Sweetie. So there is a running conversation on what we are doing, where we are going, and will I help her. Its almost like a ping pong game, ping: where are we going? Pong: going home. Ping, pong and so on. I just accept it and because I know she is afraid, I answer her questions with love and with the idea that I'll get her to smile. A smile means so much, it means she feels safe, and that my friends is half of the battle. Easter Egg.

Well, we have a dentist appointment for Sweetie today, and other things that are yet to be seen. She is getting her teeth cleaned, and I'm hoping that her body will remember what is going on and she will not fight it. 

I'll be talking to my Driver about how we can make her feel relaxed. I'm sure He has an answer for me as we drive down the road to Dementia Town, keeping our Shinny Side Up. You, yes you, remember, this road is bumpy, twisty, and full of surprises. Be careful as you drive yourself down the road, keeping your Shinny Side Up. God Bless.