Easter Egg Day.

What a prize she is. 

I was watching a session on Careblazers this morning. It was on the different stages of Dementia and how to tell when your love one is in a stage. It just confirmed my conclusions of you cannot pinpoint just where they are by what that time, that day, or even that week. Dementia is a sliding scale. I like the visual of a slingshot. 

The slingshot is Dementia, and the ball, rock, or whatever the projectiles is, is my Sweetie. The bands are the stage she is in, and it stretches' and is released, I don't know how further along she will be. I just know she is walking down the hallway, and will open a different door and go in. I just follow along to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or does dangerous things. I feel very blessed that she hasn't run out of the house screaming, or at the mall, or golf course, accusing me of doing terrible things to her. 

I just realized the reason I tell people about her condition, is that if she ever does come unhinged in public, there just might be someone there who knows her and what is going on. Safety for both of us. 

Yesterday morning, I was getting another cup of coffee, and I noticed the bedroom door was closed. When I went in, she was standing at the foot of the bed, folding a shirt, and was naked. I took her gently to the bathroom, cleaned her up, dressed her, and went back to check the bed. Sure enough, the sheets were soaked, and found her clothes pushed to the back of the bed. Laundry time. 

I think this is a good example of the slingshot theory. I knew for some time she was deteriorating to a new stage, and here was something new to her behavior. We have lost all modesty in the bathroom, and for me to find her naked is something new. I don't think she knew she was naked, because she didn't try to hide herself from me, which is good for me. Gives me the confidence to take care of the situation. 

All in all, it was another Easter Egg day. Full of time outside of the house, twice on the golf course, mall crawl, and a joy to be together. 

It was a day of playing the car radio loud, singing along with the classic rock tunes. As we find ourselves, in the passenger seat, with my Driver at the wheel, navigating the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.