Sunrise, the promise of a new day.

Sunrise, the promise of a new day.

The more I learn about Sweetie and her walking with Dementia, the more I feel less threatened by it. 

These are the things I know about her. One, she will never be the same each day, from the time I get her up, and to the time we go to bed. There will be a change in things that she forgets, or in her emotions. 

There are mornings that she will not be co-operative, and then the mornings that I'm greeted with that bright and beautiful smile. There are going to be days of silence, and times of chatty Cathy. As these times happen, there will be longer times of the negative personality traits and less of the loving friendly traits. 

Saturday

I thought it was going to be a good morning, I was wrong. When I came into the room, I stood by the door and greeted her. She was smiling, and it seemed all was well. That was until I told her it was time to get up. As I tried to take the blanket away and move her, she grabbed it and wouldn't let go. Trouble from the start. 

Being one not to let her have her way this early in the morning, and with a little authority, I was able to get her up. It seems that it is after we have her feet under herself, she starts to be more co-operative. 

On mornings like these, I will give her her first dose of happy medicine right off the bat. Get it into her and let it start doing its magic. She has an empty stomach and it goes to work sooner then later. 

That is when the morning began to come undone. A text from my lady, she woke up with a cold and could not make it. Texted my other lady, and she cannot help either. 

So, plan "C", get Sweetie ready, and we go out together. Accept for one small part, Sweetie won't budge. She isn't going out, she doesn't want to move off the couch, and she just doesn't want to do anything, accept sit where she is. 

Finally plan "D". Make sure she is safe, as she always is, tell her where I'm going, and go. I've found that this is the best for both of us. Because when I return home, she is ready for me to be part of her life again. 

I believe that she isn't sleeping well at night. So when I go to get her up in the morning, she is at that point of going back to sleep. She wants to sleep the day away, and is awake most of the night. The answer for me is to get her going and not let her stop until bed time. I got to reset her body clock to a more agreeable wake/sleep schedule. That is going to be my goal this week. Even if we are to take walks around our block once an hour, or to the mall for our walk about, or make plans to go to the zoo, anything that helps her burn up her energy and forces a reset. 

It looks like there is another tunnel ahead. When I was a kid, and I still do this, we'd honk the horn while we are in the tunnel, just to hear the sound bounce off the walls. Even though the tunnel is dark, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Driver keeps up with the traffic, turns on the headlights, and shyly honks the horn. In the tunnel, on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.