BMC post.

From us to you, Thank You.

Me and Sweetie, thank you for making us part of your journey, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, together. 

From your comments, there are those who are just starting, are at the same place, or have finished their journey but are not ready to get out of the car. It makes me feel like I'm the narrator in this life movie. 

When we moved to Albuquerque, I worked for a company who's initial's were BMC. It came to be know as Bitch, Moan, and Complain. That was me yesterday. My post was a BMC post, and, well, I was down. After reading what my post have come to mean to you, I've been renewed.  Please forgive me for letting my ego get involved with my feeling of usefulness. Mugging for complements, and I got mugged. Thank you. 

I have to ask forgiveness for the Admins on Facebook. Again, I was looking only at me, not all that they do. They are doing a great job. 

Now, back to why you read this blog. Sweetie and our day. Monday was just a good day, Easter Eggs galore. It was a wet bed morning, and so, it became a shower morning, a laundry morning, and a good morning. I am grateful that I can still get her hair wet and shampoo it. 

When I get her up and in the bathroom, there is a sequence to our time there. Usually, it is of course, getting her naked on the potty. It may seem silly, but she is most agreeable in the morning. Most mornings, I'll use a wet wipe and do her armpits. Then, lotion for her arm, put on a clean shirt, then her sweatshirt. I usually give her her morning dose of oil at this time. Comb her hair, get her pullups on, and pants. We're done, and out to the day we go. 

One of the things I've learned with her, is if she starts to fight me, I softly tell her who I am, that I take care of her, and this is how I take care of her. Most of the time it soften her, and we get it all done with ease. 

Last night, I forgot to put her overnight pad in, and quickly moved her to the bathroom to get it done. To my surprise, and something that I was hoping for, she had a BM just before we got into the room. I was so content for her, now she would be able to sleep through the night without a load in her pants. 

I can remember as a young father, changing my daughter's diaper and seeing that evidence of the body working, it was good. It is the same with Sweetie. BMs are a good indicator of how well the body is functioning, and she is doing fine. 

My Driver is standing in the doorway this morning, hands folded and smiling. For I believe that He set us all up. Me and my BMC, and you, with your uplifting response. Because we need each other, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.