Manage the decline.

Sweetie

I have to re-think my assumptions of how much longer I will be taking care of Sweetie after my meeting with my Band Of Brothers. One of the mysteries of Dementia, is the time it takes to claim its victim. 

There were a few new faces at the table, and the rest were old familiar ones. As we went around the room, sharing what was happening with their wives, their lives, and at the same time, a unsureness of what the future will hold. 

As the discussions continued, many of the men talked about this prescription or that prescription, or how they had to take their wife off of this that or the other, and try something new. Here I felt different about Sweetie and me. 

Because we are on CBD, and have been for years now, that we are not experiencing those ups and downs with prescription. It seems to me that my homeopathic application of the Hemp Oil as made our relations so much better. It is not a cure for us, what it is is a way to make our lives better, to manage the decline better, and bring what joy there is, to the surface to be embraced.

Friday

Another early start for us. As I was on my morning zoom meeting and watching Sweetie, she got up. I went and got her, and did our morning thing. When I took her into the bedroom to get dressed. She walked over to the bed and got in. Back to sleep she went, and I was thankful for that, because I wasn't ready for her to be up. 

I was like a kid, waiting for our caregiver to show up. I was going to be able to take Tweety out by myself, and have my way with her. Top down, radio blaring, and get a little heavy on the right foot, if you know what I mean. 

After the meeting, I headed for the course. I broke my pars in a row, but I did get a birdy. I'm stuck in a gray area, do I keep my pars in a row active, because I didn't get one, but does the birdy count as a par? Such is life. 

When I returned home, Sweetie was so happy to see me. She got up off the couch and into my arms. She held me as tightly as she could. With those eyes, she told me how much she missed me. 

For whatever the reason, I kept thinking it was Saturday, not Friday. I think because it is normally on Saturday, I have a day off, and I was confused, but got centered and finished the day. 

For dinner, I did something so different it was fun. I had gotten a tube of biscuits last time we were at the store and that is what we had for dinner. Biscuits, butter, and jams. 5 biscuits, make for 2.5 biscuit each. It was fun, and Sweetie ate it up. She was just beaming with the biscuit dinner. Will have to keep that in my mind, not as a habit, for a treat. 

As we finished are day on the road, Driver pulled in and we headed to bed. Tired, relaxed, ready for bed, knowing that we will need our rest, for tomorrow is another day of wonders to behold, pot holes to avoid, as we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.