Christmas music.

Dehydration trip to hospital. 

I think I better explain this picture. It was over 4 years ago when we experienced our first dehydration collapse. Scared shitless, I call 911 and we ended up in the emergency room. Of course I called the son, and next thing I knew, and expected, the phony family wars called a truce and everyone showed up. After we got out of the hospital, the wars renewed.

Is it me, or am I wishing for the impossible? Then again, it this normal? It all depends on how you look at it. In most cases, I'd as it is abby-normal, but in this case, that means it is normal.  I try to not let them bother me, because it has been this way for the time Sweetie and me have been married. So I carry on as best as I can. 

Today we are going over to the son's house for pizza and conversation. I so look forward to these outings. I may not be away from Sweetie during these outings, but it is the next best thing. I think it is the openness and adult conversation that makes the time with them special. I feel so refreshed when we leave. I have to remember to dote over the grandkids. They all bye for our attention when we arrive, it is so nice. 

There is also a secondary reason for me, Thanksgiving. It is on the calendar and coming soon. I am attempting to milk and invitation somewhere. Otherwise, it will just be another day with Sweetie. As you can guess, the holidays don't mean much to her. 

One of the local radio stations is already playing Christmas carols, and I'm loving it. Christmas is my most favorite times of the year. So, for now, I have our Alexia playing Christmas music, and in the car, listening to the same. Sweetie will just sit there look out at nothing while we are in the car. If I start to sing along, which I do, with the tones, she will join in with me. If I'm not singing, she goes back to looking out the window. 

Found out the hard way, and it just came to me. Dementia doesn't like the cold. Yesterday while on the course, Sweetie acted out again. It was colder then I though. She was OK for awhile, then the acting out, wanting to get away, yelling at me until I got her back into the car. She calmed down and it wasn't until I telling you about this that it dawned on me. 

Because Sweetie doesn't know what to do, or what to tell me, she awakes Mr. Sundowner and together they put on a show. The show is titled, "I'm cold, and don't know how to get warm." I forget about her comfort, because I'm able to understand and handle the cooler weather, she cannot. I believe that Dementia cools the body so that it might feel 5-10 degrees colder then what it really is and no matter how much I bundle her up, she is going to be cold. 

Isn't He sneaky? Driver, He uses everything to educate me about Sweetie, even this blog. He is willing to do what it takes to keep me together, for we have many more miles to go until we reach our destination, Dementia Town. I get so wrapped up with my wants, that I don't see what is happening right before my eyes. I'm so thankful for His wisdom and the way it shows up. I give thanks for my Driver, as we travel together, down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.