Her rebellious side.

The Nixon Library

Early to bed, early to rise, that is how I live now. Early is to say the least for both ends of that statement. When that time comes when I can stay up later and get up later, it will be a difficult time for me. 

I've always been an early riser. The kids used to joke about the times on the weekends if I wasn't up by 6, I'd slept in. I now have such a habit of getting up early, that it will take along time to readjust my sleeping pattern. I wonder if that time comes that I'll be burnt out of my daily blathering and with no one reading it, will I still be writing? Only time will tell. 

Yesterday was a different day. Sweetie wasn't tracking very well and it was a struggle getting her going. She fought having breakfast, and it seemed that her rebellious side was very active. As we struggled to eat, she acted very agitated. She did calm down somewhat after her morning dose of "Balance" medicine. She wasn't up to brushing her teeth, and, the part that amazes me, is trying to get her toothbrush away from her. She is that little kid who is so positive of whatever is in her hand, she won't give it up. It is sad and funny at the same time. 

While we were on the golf course, I could tell that I needed to get her home soon. She won't hold my hand, or go with me to the tee or greens. I know Dementia is near and about to act out. And it did. She got out of the cart and started walking to one of the men we were playing with, and he was practicing social distancing. Try to explaining that to dementia, it does not understand and the more he tried to fend her off, the more she wanted to get closer to him. Again, funny, but not. I was able to get her back into the cart and headed to the car and home. 

Even as I drove home, I know Driver was with us. I gave Sweetie another dose of her medicine, I keep a bottle in the car for just times like these. She relaxed and sanity slowly came back. Driver had His hand on my shoulder, for I was calm and took care of business. 

It was because of our mornings together that Drive keeps me strong. He is the one that keeps telling me, You can do this. So I do. One morning at a time, one meal at a time, just one more time. I'm never alone. For I get to sit in the passenger's seat, wearing my cool sunglasses, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, leading a caravan of cars, Keeping our Shiny Sides up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.