Good day.

Grand Canyon hike, '07.

Yesterday was a good day and a tough day. It was in one sense something that I knew was coming, and yet not surprised to hear. 

Time was that we would be mostly together during the days we have. Now, it seems that if I don't get her going, she is content to spend more time in bed then I prefer. 

Took advantage of her sleeping upstairs yesterday. I got her into the shower and cleaned up. It is also the right place to check her weight, she is the same, as for the past 6 months. It is here that I can do her nails with relativity no hassle. 

Looking at her hair, it might be time for another haircut soon. 

Had another respite company came in for an evaluation of Sweetie. My lady's company. Again, close but no cigar. It is her mobility that is the claim breaker. Plus, I think, it is me taking care of her. She doesn't seem that advanced in her Dementia. I understand. 

At one point, we were trying to get a reverse mortgage to help with expenses, which never came about. It was after so many road blocks, and hoops to jump through, that I said no more. It proved to be the right choice, because those expenses never appeared. 

I was asked what did I want from Hospice care? End of life help. The idea of keeping Sweetie with me as long as possible, and not having to call 911 when she passes. That is my hope. To let her pass with dignity, not a big show with emergency traffic all around.

During her evaluation of Sweetie, I mentioned her right arm and what I was trying to do to help her get better. The nurse suggested that she may of had a minor stroke that affected her arm. It makes sense. For I have searched my memory trying to find a time when she could of pulled a muscle, or over used her arm. She just woke up and it was sore and swollen. Maybe the mystery is solved. 

Got the childproof door knob covers yesterday, and for the first time in a long time, I slept through the night. So did Sweetie. Don't know if that is the reason, but I'll take it. 

Relax, take it easy, we'll get there when we get there. How many times am I going to hear my Driver tell me that? The road is long, and taking shortcuts won't hurry the trip along. There are times when I just want it to be over, and of course it will be over when it is over. For I am in my ride, with my Driver, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.