Raging Sundowners.

Better times at Knott's Berry Farm

Yesterday wasn't fun. Oh it started well. Had a good morning, up early as usual. Spent some time with my daughter on the phone. Used Facebook IM to have a video call. I was good to see her as we talked. The marvels of technology. We talked about her coming birthday, the granddaughters and how she and her family are coping with being shut in. It was a good call. 

I have to get over the idea that a quiet day, a day of none activity doesn't mean that Dementia isn't revving up its engine. It doesn't need a stimulus to get going, it just needs time. And I keep forgetting that fact. 

We had a good morning, breakfast, worked on the puzzle, and watched TV. It was later in the day, when Sweetie wanted to go out for a walk. Seem innocent by itself. The wind had been blowing earlier and knowing how she doesn't like the wind, we stayed in. Big mistake. As we got ready to leave, I tried to give her some Hemp oil, she fought me and didn't want to take it. That isn't her normal response to taking it. I was able to get her to take it, but it was too late, and I'd pay for it. 

Once outside, she did something that she hasn't done in a long, long time. She headed for our neighbors homes, wanting to go in and "Help the kids". We spent 2 hours with me trying to herd her away from the homes. 

One neighbor, being kind, was willing to talk with her. He has 2 German Shepherds, both are mean. He went to put the dogs away and was going to come back and talk with her. Before I could stop her, she was in the house and I was in after her. I got bit on the hip, and the other dog chased her out of the house. I'm OK, didn't break the material of my pants, just a scratch.  

I want to be mad at her, I want to somehow make her know how dangerous it is when she does something like that. I know that is impossible to do because she just will not remember what just happened. Anyway, I pumped her full of Hemp oil, and it finally helped. 

The best way to describe yesterday evening was a raging fire. It wasn't going to be put out until it burned itself 
out. When it did, she had to go to bed because she was spent.

I'm mad at so many different that it is driving me crazy. The one fact out of all of this is the helplessness I feel, and that makes me mad. I can't tell her what happened and put her in a corner for some time out. She does not have the ability to comprehend what is happening. I realized that as long as she could go and talk to someone the happier she was. As soon as I would try to stop her, that was when all hell would break out. Man was this a 2x4 lesson. 

I gotta go and find my Driver. I need to spend sometime with Him. He has a way of settling me down, to think straight, and relax. I need a restful day and He knows where to go to find it. Ah, the car is coming around the corner, so I'll be off for another day, with my Driver, as we head on down the Road to Dementia Town. Keeping our Shiny Side Up. Some days are harder than others. Hope you have a good day. Don't let the bad ones keep you down as you motor through the day, Keeping your Shiny Side Up. Till tomorrow, Love Ya, God Bless.