Healthy as a horse.

What a beauty she was. 

Love these pictures of her, when she was her. That old saying of "You don't know what you have until it is gone." haunts me. Appreciation of what was in my hand, at the time it is in my hand, was never my strong suite. I wasn't able to give my whole heart, because I wanted more. 

The inexperience of youth, the greed for more things that I thought would make me whole are far from me now. Life has done an amazing thing, Dementia has done an amazing things to me. For now, I can see what I have, where we are going, and be content with the path we are one. 

Now is the perfect time for us. For the pull of making a living is gone, the drive to get ahead has been abandoned, and the company of my lover is all I want. These are the gentle rewards of not running away from life, of the ability to fight the yearnings of what is on the other side of the fence. 

I was told once, that if the grass seems greener on the other side, then I should get busy and do some yardwork on my side of the fence. I needed to get on my hands and knees to pull the weeds out, not just use a herbicide. Do the work needed. Pull the weeds, roots and all, fertilize the grass, water the lawn, and mow, edge, and learn to love what I have. 

Monday 

I've been watching her all morning, and she seems to be sleeping well. I hate to wake her, because I know she didn't have a good night. She was up, taking the blankets off, removed her pee sheet, and put her shoes on, as she walked the house. I too was up some of the time with her. I don't know when she came back to bed to sleep. Now it is time for us to get going. 

The morning went surprisingly well. Because we have an appointment at the Neurology clinic this afternoon, I wanted Sweetie to be clean, and when I took her shirt off, got a whiff of BO, so it was going to be a top and bottom pit shower. 

It was a fun time, this morning. Sweetie got into it, and took the shower nozzle and got herself wet. I soaped up and washer her, then she rinsed herself off, I had to do just a little to make sure all the soap was off her. 

Dried off, dressed, and fed breakfast all in good order. She was in a good mood as we went through our routine. I was able to get all the things done, and then off we went. 

Had a good round. No birdies, but shot a 39, anything under 40 is a good round. 

After lunch, we headed over to UNM Neurology clinic. I hate doctors appointments, as much as I hate Dental appointments, or any type of appointment that makes you wait. No matter when you get to their office, you wait. And never do you go right in at the time of the appointment, you wait. 

While we are waiting, Sweetie is scared. She is clinging to me like a vine. If I stood, she stood, if I sat, she sat. And sit we did. When we were called, it is the Doctor's assistant. Taking, or should I say trying to take Sweetie's blood pressure, pulse, and any other vital stat he could. Sweetie just won't let anyone touch her that she doesn't know who they are. 

After all of that and he left the room, we waited again. After which seemed like a life time of waiting, the doctor came in. He asked questions, I answered. He asked Sweetie some direct questions, and then I asked the doctor; "Why are we here?". It seems that our family doctor had sent in a referral to be seen in 2019 and again in 2020. So here we were. 

We talked about our history, how long have we been on this path, and what is going on. Came to the conclusion that there isn't anything more that could be done for her, and we didn't need to see each other again. If nothing else, she got a good report, as far as her physical health is concerned. Heathy as a horse, as the saying goes. 

That brought a smile to Driver's face, of course He already knew that. Just a needed check up along the way, as we get back on the Road to Dementia Town, heading into the sunset, with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.