Wall of Dementia was up.

Just 3 years ago.

One of the things that I hate and love about pictures, is to see what she was like not that long ago, and then to see her as she is today. 

To look at her then, to see just how full of life she was. Aware of her surroundings, being able to eat ice cream, and hold a conversation. 

I don't get on the pity pot too often, for some reason, today is one of those days. Maybe it is because last night we didn't finish well. 

Wednesday

Opened the door to see Sweetie dozing, you know not asleep, but not quite awake yet. Went over to the side of the bed and sat down on the table. We talked as much as I could understand her, and then up to get on the morning merry go round. 

She seemed a bit on the not so nice side of her personality this morning. She wasn't friendly towards me, and I just let it go. No need to question her on why she is upset with me. It could be one of a million things, real or not. 

It was after breakfast that she began to warm up to me. It took time for her CBD to kick in. It seems that it is taking longer each day for her to become the warm and loving wife. Think it is because she is moving deeper and deeper into her Dementia. 

The day on the course is becoming more predictable each day. Smiling and wanting to be with me all the time when  I get out of the cart, to not talking and being stoned face by the 6 or 7th hole. She just doesn't have the energy to finish the round with a happy face. 

Because of her low energy, made some changes to our day. Back to going home after the game, lunch and then down for a nap. 

After the nap, we then go for our walk about. This time, I couldn't make the distance. My legs and hips were just aching and called it after one time around.

Dinner was something new, she didn't want to eat, so I tried feeding her, and that did the trick. She eagerly allowed me to feed her. We had the same thing from the other day, chicken, veggie and rice. This time with only a touch of teriyaki sauce on it. It was so much better, didn't over power the food. As long as I kept shoveling, she kept eating. 

After dinner, and dessert, I pick "Mary Poppins" as our evening movie. Sat down, put my hand on her leg, and she put her hand on my hand, and all was well. Well, almost. 

I had to use the bathroom, and when I got back, her wall of Dementia was up. When I put my hand back on her leg, she picked it up and moved it off her leg. Thinking she would warm back up, I waited for a few minutes, and tried again, same reaction. 

The choices left were, one, try to give her some CBD, and ruin what good mood we had, or to ride it out until bed time. The ride it out won. 

When the movie was done, and I was heading off to bed, she just sat on the couch. In her good time she came to bed, shoes and all. Had a scuffle over her top sheet, won that one. Then to sleep we went. 

Driver seemed to getting close to the edge of the road sometimes, making me nervous. Still He knew what He was doing. For there are some dangerous parts of this Road to Dementia Town, and He is skilled at navigating around them. I shouldn't worry, for after all, we still have Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.