Thursday, August 6, 2020

She was a happy camper.


 
I am having one heck of time this morning with the mechanics of the blog. I am fighting trying to get it to do what it has done in the past. I don't like change, and then when I get the change understood, it doesn't seem to work that way again. Sounds like it has a form of Dementia of its own.  

We're still on the none CBD mode, I was tempted to use some last night. She had her stone face on and was just ridged emotionally. When we got ready for be, I found out why.

Her bowel movements are not a normally timed event. She will have somewhat of pre bowel movement for several days. Leaving deposits in her pullups, and I have to clean her up. Then one morning, it will be the time she passes the big turd, and it is over for a few days. 

Yesterday's movement happened, and I thought it was done. She wasn't, because that night, I found out what she had been sitting on. In the shower, there it was, and her poor bottom was bright red. Washed her with warm soap and water to clean her up, and I could tell she was a happy camper. 

I had checked her during the day, and saw a spot on her pullups and didn't think too much of it. I beat myself up for not being more attentive to what was going on. Even the second time I checked her, the spot had not grown and again I discounted it. So for about 6 hours she was sitting on that which was irritating her and at the same time, she couldn't tell me what was wrong. I feel so stupid and I've learned a valuable lesson. See a spot, check it out. 

One good point is that she got two showers yesterday. At least she started and ended the day with a clean bottom. 

My Driver is always making me aware of the Easter Eggs that the day produces. That was one of them. Clean bottom. I know how I feel when I get out of the shower, clean as a whistle and there isn't anything that feels better. If you think that is good, just wait for the day to end, and see what is in your basket. Time to head down the Road to Dementia Town. Basket in hand, cool sunglasses on, and my Driver sitting tall and official looking behind the wheel, knowing the road ahead, we're off. Doing the speed limit, and as always, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. Come join us, I know I'll see you, because you too will have Your Shiny Side Up. Love Ya, and God Bless. 

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