Dementia has a habit of lulling me.

Just us. 

How do you not say, I miss her, without missing her. It has been said, that the further you move past the bad time, the less you think about them. It is the good times that move ahead and grow in remembrance. I know that we didn't have the perfect marriage or relationship in the history of mankind. What I do remember and want to remember, is the good times we had. 

The pictures are the memories of the good times. How many people want to take pictures of fighting, yelling, and in your face times? We had our share of them. And there are still happening with her Dementia. 

Dementia has a habit of lulling me into a false belief that she is doing fine, that she has grown past the need of CBD, and then Bam, it strikes. It is always the same, we are sitting, enjoying TV, when the "Don't touch me" starts. From holding hands, to not holding hands, and then the out the door. By then, I have to shepherd her around the neighborhood. After a bit, I guide her into the house, and get her to take some Hemp Oil, and off to take a nap. When she gets up, she is as friendly as ever.

Have to make a grocery run today, out of milk, and that means I'll need her to want to go with me. Yesterday, I tried to get her to go for a car ride, and she just sat there, not wanting to go anywhere. That was without her having her Happy Medicine. I'm not going to make that mistake today. Starting her off with a dose, and putting some in her cereal, see how that works. 

So far, no improvements on the elbow, but then again, it was the first day of trying some therapy on it. After my lady mentioned the swelling of her right arm, I could see it. Good to have a second pair of eyes looking. 

Time to wrap this up this morning. My Driver is here, and that means another exciting day with Him, as we head on down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.