As each day passes.

Son, Sweetie and Me. 

As each day passes, I'm reminded on how fragile Sweetie has become, and how much she depends on me. She doesn't know that, for in her mind, she is just as independent as she ever was. It is her dependency on me that helps me get through our days. 

It is a drain on me, and I know it. There are days when I just dread waking her up, for the it will be Ground Hog Day, again. Yet, at the same time, isn't always going to be Ground Hog Day everyday? 

Life, like combat, is filled with hours and hours of boredom only to be broken up with a few moments of the crazies acts of survival. For most of us, football can be a great example of life. The huddle is the time to plan your next move. Getting to the line is preparing for the next move. The snap, is the beginning of the play, and then it happens, sometimes it goes just like it is planned, and then, it doesn't. The dropped pass, the interception, the touchdown or loss of down. The results are uncountable, but that is life. 

Saturday

Saturday was a day of mixed blessings and challenges. It started with Sweetie getting herself up early, and was wondering around the house when I caught up with her. So, I changed her and put her back to bed. 

When I got her up for the second time, I had planned the morning with a shower and washing her hair and body. She was doing OK, when I felt her body get heavy and as quickly as I could, finished washing and rising her off. But I wasn't fast enough, and she went down. 

Having had this happen before, I'm now self trained in handling this. Letting her down slowly and as softly as I could. Waited for her to gather herself, and got her out of the shower. 

Dried, dressed and back into bed she went. Knowing that she needed to rest, I let her sleep. When she got up, I fed her, and checked her out. She seem stable and so we headed to the mall for our walk around and then to the grocery store. 

She seemed good enough for a little shopping, so we tried it. As we were walking, she started to loose her ability to walk, quickly to the check out we went. While bagging our groceries, she started to wobble again. As I was holding her and attempting to finish checking out, an employee saw our distress, and asked if we needed help. "A chair would be good." I said. They quickly brought one over, I put Sweetie in it, finished, thanked the people who helped us, and out we went. 

Bought a coke for the ride home and as soon as we were in the car, opened it and gave some to Sweetie. With the coke, her sitting down, her energy levels perked up long enough for me to get her home and back to bed. 

Finished the day on the couch, having finger cake, and watching TV. I was exhausted and fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, I knew, it was time for bed. So, with Sweetie in tow, it was off to bed we went. 

It was a rough day on the Road to Dementia Town. Driver knew we would do fine. He was able to miss the big pot holes, and steer us around the other rough parts as we went. It seems that no matter what the road conditions are, we are always able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.