Frustrating.

Feet in the sand. 

Before I sit down and tell the story of yesterday, I read my post from the day before. Because so many of the things that happen are the same thing that happen the day before. What I want to avoid is a boredom for you to be reading the same story day after day. 

Living with Sweetie can be monotonous and boring. By telling you my stories, I have to think about the day past. What, if anything was different, some new revelation, that I can touch on. At the same time, it allows me to see Sweetie in a different light. 

Wednesday

It is getting out of bed time. I had given her her Milk of Magnesium the night before, and she woke up in the results of that action. We had showered the morning before, and so it was a lower level shower this morning. She was somewhat willing to get into the shower, yet with a little prompting, and gentle nudging in she went. I'm learning to prep the shower earlier, leaving it on as we prepare to get in. Making sure the water tempter and pressure is just right. Then there is the little bit of modesty left in her, for when I put my "hand down" there, she struggles some. Usually, I just cup my hand to let the water slosh in and do the cleaning. If I can open her up a little to make sure she gets completely clean, I do. I don't stop until the water runs clear on the bathtub. Even then, there are times when I dry her off, and I've missed a place or two. That is frustrating. Then it is on the potty and with wet wipes to finish the job. 

When I complain to my Driver, He just smiles, and holds up a mirror. If you think you have a hard time with Sweetie... It is then, I realize that I'm living and complaining about the past. Once a event has passed, it is over, and I will be soon blessed with something else. And that is how it is, as we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.