The Road to Dementia Town wasn't friendly.

A sunshine day.

It is pizza day with the grandsons and I'm ready for a break in the routine. When I look at the day, and yesterday, and the day before that, they are all the same. They start with a wake up and end with a going to bed. It is what is in between the start and the stop that is good, no matter what. 

To make plans for the future seem like circle of smoke rings being blown. At first they seem solid, then quickly dissipate and disappear. I believe that I can only plan things that are part of what I do on a daily bases. That which is familiar, which is done more or less by habit. 

Up, turn on the coffee, open up my computer, find hymns, psalms, praise music to listen to, and do my prayer and meditation time. Then to sit and write out my thoughts about life. Theses are the things I know I will do today, tomorrow, and so on. This is my life. Thank you for allowing me to share it with you. 

Thursday

Sweetie is awake but not really aware of where she is. I could see that she wasn't eager to get up. So, I spent some extra time telling her about our plans for the day. I keep getting a blank stare from her and I wonder just what kind of day we will be having. 

Getting her up and moving takes extra care this morning. She still has that look of emptiness about her face. Not knowing who I am, but following my lead. 

At breakfast, she is still in this funk and I am thinking, is she going to be up for the day? 

Lately, her days go from up and at'em, to real low energy days. She needs extra time to recharge her batteries. Could this be her recharging day? 

I'm able to get her to eat her breakfast while I make the bed, do the dishes, and get myself ready to go. When I bring her her shoes, she seems willing enough to want to go.

She seemed to wake up some more in the Bible study, and that was good. After the study, we went home and I got her some more CBD, just to be on the safe side. 

Pizza, lunch, and my monthly dose of like minded adult conversation, then home. 

When I got her out of the car, she wanted to wonder around the neighborhood. Knowing that I can't let her out of my sight, I herded her back into the house. Where she headed for her nest. 

I spent the rest of the day, trying to calm her, to help her out of her Dementia fog. I was looking into blank eyes, unknowing eyes, wondering who I am eyes. Such a helpless feeling. 

She won't take her oil, and I try the lotion. She just doesn't want me to touch her and she pulls her hand back. Oh how I know this place we are in. It seems we are here more times than I would like to be. 

She is uncooperative, and all I can do is wait. There was a time when she did come and sit with me and I loved it. For it was only the eye of the storm we were in. 

Taking advantage of her willingness, I got her to drink some water, for she had not been doing so yesterday and today. 

It was when I got up to make dinner, she got up and she wasn't alone anymore. Mr. Sundowner's was with her. If I'm up doing something, she cannot sit still without me. The up and wandering begins and the more she walks, the crazier she gets. 

This morning I know I'm going to find her really messy. Wasn't able to get her top sheet under her, or put in her over night pad. I'll deal with it when the time comes, I'd rather have her get some sleep then fight her to get her up and put all that right. Sleep is more important, I'll deal with it later. 

The Road to Dementia Town wasn't friendly to us this day. Just when the drive was looking like it was going our way, a detour loomed up upon us. Even with Driver's skill, it wasn't the greatest of days. Even though we did everything we knew to Keep Our Shiny Side Up, we did finish the day that way. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.