The edge of insanity.

Happy together

The doing it, the putting it all in the right perspective, the insanity of going from a quiet, nice sitting to a huff of pacing from room to room? How do you do it? 

For me, it is knowing that it isn't her, it is the disease. Knowing that if I time it right, with either Hemp Oil or Stress Relief lotion, I can bring her back from the edge of insanity, the brink of anger behavior, and will have some time of closeness as the evening goes on. 

Sunday

What a day it was. There were highs and lows, and then the finish. 

It was another early raising for her. I was watching her on the Nanny Cam, when I saw her get up. Man, I'm finding that I can short circuit some behavior when I meet her at the bedroom door. I had to encourage her to get in the bathroom to change her. She didn't want to go there, so guiding her was called for. 

After I got her dressed, she went back to bed and to sleep. She has been sleeping so much more, I wonder if she is sleeping at night. 

When she did get up, and was watching our "Church", I noticed something. She was intensely watching the sermon. I think it is because the preacher is talking to her, at her, and only her. She connected to that eye to eye contact. 

In my meeting, it was mentioned that if there were more people in the room, the wife would get upset if her husband talked to the other people and not her. She had to be the center of her husband's attention. 

I found this to be true with Sweetie. When we are out, she gets upset when I spend too much time conversing with others. So, I get to work on making sure she isn't left out. 

Last night, she must of been upset about something. She was agitated and wouldn't let me help her. She was in and out of the bedroom, and so, I watched on the Nanny Cam. She stripped the bed, brought the sheets out and put them in the kitchen, brought the comforter out and left it in the living room. She was like a golf ball bouncing off the walls. 

At one point, I tried to stop her, and that made things worse. So, instead of fighting her, trying to make her stop, I just let it burn itself out. The more I interfered, the angrier she would get. So, when you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you do is stop digging. 

It was a combination of things, after the bed being stripped, and being remade, she took a glass of milk and headed for the bedroom. I could just imagine milk all over the bed, and then trying to clean it up, with Dementia running wild, I know my anger just might show up. So, I was able to get the glass away from her without too much confrontation. 

It was a wild evening. It wasn't until I was able to sit her down with me and put the Stress Relief lotion on her hand. A good amount, and within a short time, sanity returned and we finished our evening in peace and love. 

With the days growing longer, Driver and me have to keep our eyes out for those road hazards, detours, and pot holes. Not to mention the others that are traveling this Road to Dementia Town with us. Some slower, some faster, and some weaving back and forth. We just smile and wave, as we go, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.