Dementia, The Thief in the Night.

At the Vietnam Memorial at Angel Fire NM. 

I just don't know, which is harder to write about. The days of easy living, of a happy ending, or the days of challenge? When those days of easy living happen, it seems like a "Hi, we had a great day. All is well, see you tomorrow." Close the post and away we go for another day of ups and downs. That is not why I post here and that is not why you come to read it either. 

I had a comment from a follower that said they thought we were friends and I was touched. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure on how to take the complement. Then I had to ask myself, why am I doing this? Sure, it is for my mental health, to express my feelings, my doubts, my joys and trials, to try and make some sense out of what is happening to us, and share my life with you, my readers. At the same time, am I not also reaching out for friends? For this life style can be a lonely way of living, it seems that Dementia has a way of sucking the joy of living, out of its caregivers. We can become isolated by the mere fact that, as for Sweetie, she cannot be left alone and I spend my days taking care of her. 

We had a good day, I was worried at the start because she was a little edgy, a little bossy and wouldn't take her CBD at first. I've come up with a way that has turned out to be beneficial for me and easier for her to take the Hemp Oil. It is now "our medicine". I will act as if I'm taking some, and I do, and then tell her it is her turn. I think because she sees me taking it, it removes whatever the reason is for her not to take it. I get a little boost from it and we have a good day. 

Walked, mowed the lawns, and did laundry. That is the makings of a good day and accomplishing chores. We do dishes after every meal and this is where I notice the growth of Dementia. There are days when she will remember where they go, lately, she is asking more and more about where the clean dishes go, and then I have to help her more and more. It is just little disappearances that soon add up to a big block of nothing. Like a thief in the night, Dementia comes stocking its memory prey and sneaks off with it in the morning. 

Unlike Dementia, my Driver shows up proudly, well dressed, with a smile on His face. Always the gentleman He is. Sometimes He will nudge me to get me moving, most of the time He just waits for me to finish. He'll come over and proof read my post and most of the time, I get a knowing smile and a hand of approval on the back. He can see what we need to talk about this morning as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town. Safe and secure, buckled in, wearing my cool sunglasses as we go, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. You, don't forget, if you are driving alone, check your radio, you just might hear Driver and me on some talk station, as you drive yourself, Keeping your Shiny Side Up. Take care, Love Ya, and God Bless.