Task

Talking with Driver.

First things first. Thank you to all my readers that have so graciously offered suggestions on what to try on Sweetie's shoulders. I will try them, and they will be noted on the blog. 

I don't know how many times I've noticed that Dementia doesn't like change. That was so obvious yesterday. New Year's Eve. We had gone to bed, like we normally do, and at midnight, the celebration began. It seems that we have a neighbor that has a rifle, a loud rifle, and began to fire it off. Which was joined by a choir of others doing the same thing. For the next 10 minutes, it was the invasion at Normandy. 

Scared the hell out of Sweetie, she sat straight up, and I wasn't much help either. I couldn't say anything that would make the noise stop. As the popping of the 9 millimeter's died off, we were able to get back to sleep. 

Dementia is as much an emotional disease as it is with memory. She may not be able to tell me, but she can react. It was bad, she wouldn't get up, and when she did, she was lost, struggling to find her way. She came down stairs, and went to the back bedroom to lay down again. 

No matter what we did, she fought me all day long, and as it is the pattern, that I can see better in the morning when I'm thinking of what to tell you about our day. I'm hoping that the emotional trauma of the gun fire will be over, this morning will tell the tell. If she gets a good night sleep, it should be a good day today. 

My helper is coming over this afternoon, and I'll get some "me" time. She has offered, and I'm accepting, to bath Sweetie. I'm going to let her and together we can set out clean everything. If she is successful, that is one less task for me to do. 

Task, that isn't a word of pleasure, yet with my Driver, I can find joy in everyday task. I know that as long as I treat Sweetie as normal as possible, not over stepping my eagerness to help, she will do just fine. Driver knows me, and how He has to pull the reigns back on my eagerness. He knows the Road to Dementia Town is a long one. We will get there at the right time, because I'm letting Him do the driving, and I'm riding, with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.