Sweetie and Tweetie. |
Yesterday started good enough. She slept until 10 in the morning, and because we were going to have lunch in a few hours we didn't have breakfast. Could that have been the catalyst? Who knows. When we left the grandkids home, she was aloof, so I gave her some more "Happy Medicine" in attempt to bring her back. To say the least, it just slowed the journey some.
Soon she was off and running, being driven by the monster Dementia, she had to get out of the house and go and help those imaginary kids. People in the neighborhood are getting to know her. With everyone staying home, there are people out and will try to talk with her. I am grateful that we have such kind neighbors.
I ended up blowing up at her later in the evening. I realize now that it was over control, control of something that cannot be controlled. I was feed up and she had wet her pants, soaked all the way and when I tried to get her cleaned up, she wouldn't let me near her, saying that she could do it herself, then she wouldn't, and around and around we went. You cannot argue with Dementia, or a 10 year old. At that point it seemed like they morphed into one stubborn person. My anger, frustration, and being tired with her just did not mix well. Eventually we got it together enough to make it to bed and sleep.
I'm waiting to hear the horn marking the arrival of my Driver and that much needed ride with Him. To rest in the passenger seat, to talk to Him and feel the heartaches and frustration of yesterday just flow out of me, what a relief. Just thinking about our drive today has brightened my spirit. To switch gears and have nothing to fret about, that is what I need and will get, as we go down the Road to Dementia Town, driving without a care because my Driver knows where to take me. And as always, we will Keep our Shiny Side Up. I've been told that there is someone else out here, as she is driving Nigel, keeping her Shiny Side Up. Great to hear from you all, as you drive your Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Your Shiny Side Up.
1 comment:
I'm praying for you Art.
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