The same routine.

Mrs. Man.

I guess I should explain the title "Mrs. Man.". Many years ago, Sweetie started to call me Mr. Man, and when she did, I'd reply Mrs. Man. I don't know where it came from, it is just another term of endearment we have for each other. Now, when she calls me by that name, I know I'm still in there, that Dementia hasn't erased the memory of who I am. 

Everyday, it seems that the struggle is getting both easier and harder. Easier, because she is getting easier to handle, to guide, to be less of a hassle. Harder, because of the lack of closeness we have had. One of the things I know, is that I cannot give up. Not on the idea that Sweetie will get better, but the idea that someday I'll be on my own. 

Right now, there is a meaning to my daily life style, doing the routine. I do things that I like, as long as I can take Sweetie with me. Even our mall crawls get boring because it is the same thing day in and day out. On the other hand, it gives us time away from the house, and some exercise for Sweetie. I know if I don't get her out and walk her, she will store up energy and won't be able to sleep. If it wasn't for her Dementia, we'd be having a great retirement. For what it is worth, I think we are still having a great retirement. If it wasn't for the pandemic, I think we would be doing just what we're doing now. Maybe a bit more traveling, but mainly the same routine. 

Wednesday

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I understand the difficulties of a daily log entry?" It is how to share what you did the day before, which is the same thing that you did the day before the day before and making it sound fresh and new.   

Sweetie is on the edge of constipation again, and gave her some prune juice and have begun cutting up a prune or two and putting them in her cereal. I'd like to put more in, but I don't think she'd eat them all. 

Meal times are very important to me. I get to watch as see how she is doing. She is now using her hands more and more to feed herself. She will pick the bananas out of her cereal, or like last night, she picked up her cake and ate it without using the fork. I'm wondering if I should get her a bib? Or is it still too soon for that. 

I'm sure my Driver will let me know when to make that happen. He is the one that keeps us on the Road to Dementia Town. Making sure we are never going faster then we should, and slowing down to enjoy a treat along the way. As we go, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.