Grandma and youngest grandson. |
With this new stage of Dementia, she wants to be more independent, doesn't want to eat, and her emotions are up and down. One minute she is sitting next to me, then she is up and moving, then telling me she has stuff to do, and then not knowing what the stuff is and wants me to help her. Enough to drive me crazy. I know it is the disease talking, and only the disease.
I don't know where my calm comes from, yet at the same time, I do know. I just wonder where it comes from. This is not the normal me. Before Dementia, I always used anger as a tool to control, and there are times when I still do use anger in attempt to get her to do something when she is in her "Dementia Zone." It doesn't work all the time.
Yesterday, her inconstancy was a bit of a problem. I got her into the bathroom, but to get her to take down her pants and sit on the potty was a mystery to her. At the same time, she started dropping turds. Not knowing where they came from, she wanted to pick them up. Just like a child playing with their own feces, I had to tell her to leave it alone. Gees, a 75 year old toddler.
We did some yard work and tried to take a walk, but it was too windy for her. We stopped at a neighbor's because they were out washing their car, and Sweetie was just delighted to stop and "talk" with them. They know about her dementia, and smiled and chit chatted with her. Easter Egg.
Thanks for letting me chat with you again, but the time has come for me to get going. I can hear the quick horn honks as my Driver is trying to get my attention. Wonder why He isn't coming in? I'll find out when I get out there. You know, riding in that bright shiny car, with my cool sunglasses on, as Driver and me head out down the Road to Dementia Town. As always, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. That goes for you too. The sun will come up, and it will set, during that time, Keep Your Shiny Side Up as you motor through your day. Till tomorrow, Love Ya, God Bless.
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