The season begins with a win.
The baseball season opens with a win. The Angels usually don't start winning until the season is out of reach. Got a new manager, a bunch of new talent, players with injuries from last season, returning healthy. That doesn't mean we will have a winning season, but it is hopeful.
Thursday
Yesterday would be a good example. Hopeful, that is every morning that comes these days. From the way Sweetie goes to bed isn't a prelude to how she will wake up.
In the past, if she would see me and smile, I would expect we'd have a good day. Yesterday, she had a smile on her face, and listened to my introducing myself to her. It went fine until I came over to assist her out of bed. She wouldn't budge. No matter what I did, no matter how nice I was, she just wouldn't budge. I got her to take some oil, and left with the expectation of her being nicer in about 15 to 30 minutes.
The morning sets the table for the day. She was mean, fighting me all the time. Even to the point of not cooperating with me while she was on the potty. Yelling, tearing the toilet paper from my hands, it was a bear of a job.
After breakfast, she went back to bed. When she would come out, she sat on a chair, not coming over to see me. I thought she was still upset from going to the doctors, or some other event that disturbed her. Who knows.
I was able to get her out of the house, and out for a car ride. We go pass an Indian reservations looking for Buffalo. The are out every now and then. All was going well until I spotted the Buffalo, near the road. Stopped and got out. Wrong move, she got out and want to get right back in the car. Her whole person changed after that.
Going home wasn't helpful. An accident caused for slow traffic, and that wasn't good either.
We did get dinner, dessert, and watched some TV. Again all was good, until bed time. To put it simply, I slept in the bed upstairs for the first time in months.
She is definitely slipping into a new depth of Dementia, and caring for her I will have to step up my caregiving.
I'm trusting my Driver to keep us on the road, even with the potholes ahead, and the bumpy road, raggedy asphalt, He will keep us going. As we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.
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