Dementia, the poop machine.

My Lovely Sweetie.

How could I not love her? She was and is everything that I wanted in a woman. We fit together like pieces of a jig saw puzzle. We filled our every nook and cranny, we had places where life would melt into us and we would savor every bit of life we could get. There were times of just dry toast, and then there were times of butter and honey, of beagles and cream cheese, or Texas Toast bread made into French toast. For as life poured out on us, we always had something that sustained us in those dry years and fill us to overflowing in the good years. I am grateful for those times, because, like a bear, I'm living on the fat of those memories. 

Got Sweetie out of her bad shoes, and into her flip flops. They may take a little breaking in, they will do just fine. As we walk, I now have an app that will track us and tell us how far we walk. Yesterday we did two walks and both were more then 1.5 miles. So, that means we did over 3 miles, which for me is a little disappointing. I now know I'm a bad judge of distance. 

Yesterday, Dementia turned Sweetie into a poop machine. Every time I thought she was done, I would wipe her and out comes a little bit more. She was like a dripping soft ice cream dispenser. So, I gave up until latter in the day. When I took her potty, she was just covered, and in that situation, into the shower. That is when I discovered her hair was just matted and crusty with poop. I'd been so worried about her bottom, that I hadn't been washing her front. Oh how she wailed as I soaped her up and slowly cleaned her off. There is still some poop in her pubs, and will try again this morning. I got it all off her tender areas, but the hair is trapping it. I've decided to give her a trim to help the cleanliness in the future. It will be getting her to allow me to give her a haircut. 

I've increased her CBD to 50% of a dropper, and it seems to have a building effect on her. She is so much more calmer during the day, and the reaction time is increased. When I see the Sundowner Monster coming, getting her her Hemp Oil, slows it down and with a quick step out the door and out for a walk, short circuits our time with dealing with her Sundowner Monster. So, for now, all is well. 

That is it for now, my Driver is coming through the front door and is ready for our drive down the Road to Dementia Town. I think today we'll have a good conversation about how things are going. About the Easter Eggs I found yesterday, and what the plans for today are. I know He'll have an attentive ear for me as He keeps His eyes on the road ahead as we go, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. That goes for you, you can talk and drive at the same time, just remember to Keep your Shiny Side Up too. Love and Kisses, God Bless.