What does Dementia and Mules have in common?

Together again.

I am happy. That is the only way to start this page. I am happy. It is all because of the day before. 

So much of my life is swayed by Sweetie's attitude. How those feeling will color the next day. 

Anger has no place in my caring for her, frustration, yes, not anger. It is when she is in the throws of Dementia, and I want her to do something, and she won't. It is then, I have to somehow give in to her stubbornness. 

I can now ask the question: What does Dementia and Mules have in common? Stubbornness! 

Once Sweetie gets something in her head, there isn't anything I can do to change her mind, at that moment. I have to learn to give up and wait for a more calm time. 

Friday

We left off on Thursday night with Sweetie going to bed without getting her overnight pad in. Watching her, she doesn't seem ready to get up, so I will take my chance and see how she gets up.

To my surprise, she is ready, smiling and willing. The bed is a mess, as I thought it would be, and so time to get all things going. 

This morning, I was met with a BM about the size of a softball. Good, I've been waiting for one, then I sit her down on the potty, and get an extra BM while she is sitting. With that, she is smiling and helpful as we get her in the shower, and ready for the day. 

She is perky at the table, eating like she is starving, which could be true. She didn't eat much last night. 

With this happy Sweetie in tow, off to the golf course we go. She is smiling all the way there and she seems like her old self. 

It isn't until we get to the seventh hole, I see that she is nodding off. Not just a light nod, it is a full nod, slumping over in the cart seat nod. Of course that means my game is over for the day. 

I struggle to get her in the car and home. Then I struggle with her again getting her from the car to her bed. Take her shoes off, and night night she goes. 

She sleeps for about two hours, and when she gets up, she is bright eyed again. Thinking that it is time for our walk about, we jump into the car and head out. On the way there, she is napping again. To the point that when we get to the mall, she is in full sleep mode again. No walk today. 

When we get home, I feel it is time to check her pullups again, and again, I find she has done it again. Three in one day, and I am wondering what did she have to cause this? It seems now that she is empty, life should be good again. 

We sat, watched TV, napped on the couch, and then it was dinner time. 

Prepared dinner, pork chop, veggies and rice. She had difficulty with it, so I helped by loading up her fork for her, she did the rest. This is becoming common for us. She will start, and I have to help her finish. How easy we slip out of one stage and into another. 

Off to our Friday meeting. She is happy to be with me, and we have a great time. Birthday night, so that means cake and ice cream. I end up feeding her our share of the birthday cake and ice cream. 

Home again, and checking her, she did it again. She was so messy that the best thing to do is put her in the shower to clean her up. If you're keeping up with this, that is number 4. I didn't know she had that much in her. Best out the in, as they say. 

Dried off, and out to watch just a little TV to end the day. 

The best part of the day, was when I crawled into bed, she was on myside waiting for me, curled up around me and off to sleep we went. Slept like a baby. 

Driver had to makes more stops than normal on this day. Each time we stopped, out joy increased. It isn't the speed, it isn't the time, it is the trip that matters. The Road to Dementia Town doesn't have a destination, it has a story to be told, life to led, and joy to be found. That way, we can Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.