Re-energizing day.

Sweetie and the Tree

Learned something yesterday. Sweetie will get out and back into bed by herself, if I don't come and get her. 

When I went up to help her out of bed, she didn't want to get up. So, I let her stay there. I checked on her a couple of times, and the last I went up and she was out of bed, put on a sweat shirt, and had wet pants on. When I changed her, she went back to bed. It was around 1 in the afternoon that I was able to get her up and down stairs for something to eat. 

Peanut butter and jam sandwiches, milk, and chips. She ate the sandwich, and then came applesauce. She ate it all. I was so happy to see her eat. 

Her shoulder isn't getting better, and I believe it is because I cannot get her to let me do some physical therapy on it. I can do some, but not enough. Regularity is the answer to any joint pain massage, and with her, that is almost an impossibility. Even giving her chewable aspirin is hard. I try, and she either won't take them, or spits them out. Such is life. 

I used to get mad at her, or beat myself up, and neither helps. I keep reminding myself that is isn't Sweetie, it is the disease. This horrible memory thief. I know I'm preaching to the choir, for we are all in the same way. Sometimes I feel like a parent with kids in the back seat, fighting over who is sitting closer to them. No matter what I do, I still have to drive the car. And the fight goes on and on. 

There are the times when Sweetie is under the influence of her Happy Medicine. I can see it, feel it, and the calmness of it. These are the times when getting her to do, to sit, to eat are enjoyable. When it is time to put her night time pad in, I try to give her a dose about an hour before hand. That way there isn't too much fighting to get her to cooperate. 

It seems that Christmas drained her battery, and yesterday, and more than likely today will be a re-energizing days. With that in mind, and knowing that the longer she stays in bed, without being changed, the odds are she will leak through her pullups and I will have to wash sheets. So, if nothing else, I'm going to get her up long enough to change her. What happens after that will be up to her. 

I maybe wondering what will happen, Driver isn't. He is better than Goggle Maps, He knows not only what road to take, but has the arrival time down pat. With that in mind, I climb into the passenger's seat, buckle in, and watch and behold what wonders will be there waiting for us around the curve as we drive the Road to Dementia Town. Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless. 

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