Level of frustration that frustrates me.

Sweetie loved to touch God's beauty.

Frustration seems to be part of living with Dementia. Because that is the way I feel sometimes. Wanting something that I know will not be, caring for someone that doesn't know they need caring for, talking with them, and knowing that they may understand 50% of what you say, can only cause rise to that level of frustration that frustrates me. 

Yesterday, I talked about the Butt Battle, which I figure most of us caregivers understand. A sore bottom will cause her to act out, and for me, not knowing what is the cause of her uncomfortableness and because she cannot express herself, "My Butt hurts and itches." I have to play Sherlock Holms to figure it out and resolve the problems.  

Friday

We started Friday in the shower. Which as we know is getting harder and harder for her. Plus the water temp and pressure has to be just right for her to even suffer through the ordeal. This time, it was worth the struggle.

I was able to get her clean, and fresh. She did not co-operate until she knew that no matter how much she fought, she couldn't win. I feel bad, and yet good to know I can get her to do what is needed to be done. The warm water and soap on her genitals at first wasn't welcomed, then again she slowly relaxes and allows the cleaning to continue. 

Once we were out of the shower, she had to go back to bed. She spent so much energy resisting me, she had to recover. It took her about an hour before she felt good again. Once her bottom stopped hurting, and she could relax, we had a wonderful day. She was her old self again. 

Thank you Driver for that time of struggle and reward. There were storm clouds on the horizon, then they blew away. Driver was able to find the smooth section of the Road to Dementia Town to travel on yesterday. So, I await to see what road conditions are today, as we travel Down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.