Time is both my best ally and enemy.

In the Sandia's

Never know what picture to put at the beginning of the post. Like this one of a dead and decaying tree stump. Who knows what brought about the end of life for this tree. What is left is the only a small stump of what must of have been a great tree. 

I feel that it is a good graphic of what is happening with my Sweetie. As her Dementia advances, she grows weaker ever week and is getting harder for her to know who I am. 

I would wake her, or during the day, asking her, "Do you know who I am?". That question sometimes will make her stop and think, and, if I'm lucky, I will see a look of "Yes, I do.". And like all of that is Dementia, it is quickly whisked away. 

I find myself lieing to her, and myself. I've been telling her that she is sick, and I'm here to take care of her, and the lie is, and that she is getting better. It just seems to relax her so we can get things done when she is off center and acting up.  

Sunday 

Sunday was a mixed bag of goods and not so good. She was sleeping when I went to get her up. I'm trying to keep her sleeping clock in order. If I don't get her up and moving, she will be up most of the night. Waking me up, removing the covers, and generally being Dementia's fool. 

Because it was Sunday, and church is on TV, I got her up, put on our church services, and sat her down at the table to let her watch. 

We had scrambled eggs with Hickory flavored Spam, with biscuits and jam. As she ate the biscuits, I'd butter, jam another one, and she would eat it. When I didn't she found where they were, took one, and continued. She had a good breakfast, ate her eggs, and 3 biscuits.

Had a hard time getting her dishes away from her. They were hers and she wasn't about to let them go. I knew if I tried to just clear them away, she would claim them as her own and not let them go. Not that important in the value of things in life, I just waited until she left the table and then did the dishes. It seems that time is both my best ally and enemy. 

It seems that Sunday was her rest and sleep day. That is both good and bad. She gets run down easily, and then there are the days that she needs the sleep to recharge herself. On the flip side of the coin, she won't sleep well at night. 

I would get her up to eat, and she would eat, then back to bed she would go. When it was dinner time, I made the mistake of setting out for her a bowel of pasta while I ate on the couch. She came out saw where I was sitting, sat on a chair next to me, and ate. Not bad, it was when she took the bowel back to the bedroom with her that worried me. 

I could see pasta and sauce all over the sheets and covers. Then trying to get her back to the table was impossible. Fortunately, she finished, and put the bowel on the bed table. 

The rest of the evening went well, until it was time for me to go to bed. She didn't want to, and that meant, it was going to be a long night. 

The only solution is for me to turn off the television, lights, and go to bed. She would follow soon afterwards. 

This behavior has me rethinking of taking her on a trip. If she gets up in the middle of the night while we are in a motel, can she unlock the door and wander off? Would she? How can I prevent that, or set an alarm so if she does get up, I can get up with her and protect her from getting out and getting lost, or worse hurt. Something to think about. Something to think about. 

Driver knew that there were going to be rough spots on the Road to Dementia Town. He knows the road, and will get us through safely. After all, as long as we are Keeping our Shiny Side Up, we are OK. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.