My Sweetie |
We are in good health, and I know the more I encourage her to be outside and walking with me, less couch time, she will stay fairly healthy. I know I'm only slowing down the physical reality's of what this disease does to its victims. Her mobility is important to me, for we are not locked into a prison of non-movement.
Monday, daycare is opening, and I've made the decision not to start back up, because of the restriction that are, in my humble opinion, stupid. The first and important one is mask. Sweetie cannot wear a mask more than a minute, can you imagine what it would be like if they tired to make her wear one all day long? Then the consequences I'd have to pay when I picked her up. There wouldn't be any benefits to me taking her there.
I know things are heading into a new direction with Sweetie, for one, she is getting up earlier each day, and I don't know where that will lead. She is fighting eating. I have to help her more each day. She wants to quit eating, eating less and that scares me. Less food, means faster physical decay.
These are the things that I talk about when I'm with my Driver. Who is waiting for me now. We are going to start out heading to the filling station first this morning. He says I need to get my tank filled up with pure Love fuel, for it might be a bumpy road ahead. I trust Him to know the road ahead, for He is my Driver. So, off we go, heading down the Road to Dementia Town, Shiny Side Up as we go. If you need a refill of your Love fuel, just follow us, we're heading there now, just make sure your Keeping Your Shiny Side Up, too. Love Ya, Take Care and God Bless.
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