Wasn't a fun evening.

A Hawaii favorite picture.

As I sit and attempt to compose my feelings this morning, I cannot help but feel helpless. Each day I can see Sweetie srink by some degree each day. I can't put my finger on it, she is just different. 

As simple as her fighting me over getting her up, ignoring me, not holding my hand. I was told that she will not want to leave the house at some point in this journey. We will become house bound and I think that we are well on our way to that part of our journey. 

She is singing less in the car when we are playing Christmas music. She doesn't want to hold my hand as much as just last week. She will even brush my hand off her leg when I attemp a moment of tenderness and put my hand on her leg. 

She is becoming more talkative. She seems to want to tell me what is going on with her. At the same time, I cannot understand her because  she is speaking Dementiaies. I can only hope that my responce is close enough to her babbling, that it makes sense to her. 

Monday

When I went in for the first time, I brought CBD in with me. She was willing to take it, no fighting there. I sat down on the small table next to the bed, and talked to her. 

Told her what the plans were for the day. Everything from putting her in the shower, to breakfast, golf, and to the end of the day. She listen and, of course, seemed to understand. Then I left to let the CBD work. 

When I did return to get her, she was more or less ready to get out of bed. It was a nice change from yesterday's morning rising. 

The shower was a struggle for us. Her skin is so sensative that anything on it makes her cry out "Owww". Making every attempt to keep the water just above cold, and the pressure of the water low enough as not to hit her skin and cause pain, yet hard enough to be effecent. 

We could be in and out in about 5 minutes if she would just hold still. But she doesn't. On of the new tricks she has learned is tightening her butt cheeks. Used to have a good access to her bottom I could wash her off some what easily. Now with her new trick, it just adds on more resistance on her part. Which means we spend more time in the shower. 

We finially make it through the showering and dressing to head for breakfast. 

It is getting cold in the morning, and with the way she is acting, leaning towards leaving her home today. A choice that isn't easy for me to make. What chiches it, is she won't put her shoes on. No matter how I talk to her, she just will not put them on. 

With camera in hand, I head out. Meet a young man that we know each other from golfing together in the past. He is a single, here for the same thing I'm here for, so we team up. 

Had a so-so round, and headed home to Sweetie. 

She sees me and is happy I'm home with her again. The afternoon seems to go fairly well. That is until we make a bathroom run. In preparing her, I find evidence that she is going to be needing a wipe down. One of her new attitude is not to allow me to touch her "there". Which sets up a confrontation as to what I must do. Her, sitting and not letting me do what I must do, and me attempting to find a way to get her to let me do it. 

I didn't like what I had to do, but it got done. Then she is mad at me for what I did, and heads for her nest. 

Later, when she comes out, I try for a walk about, and that didn't work out well. Drove to the mall, and she wouldn't get out of the car to go on our walk. Back to the house we went. 

It just wasn't a fun evening. She wouldn't eat her dinner, kept getting up and walking around. Soon she just went to bed and stayed there. It was a different evening. At one point, she came it and took her dinner back into her room, and finished it. I found the bowl in her room, and the spoon in the bathroom. 

When I did check her, she was up and was "making" the bed. It was time for us to go to bed. Making the bed, and letting her get in, I soon joined her. 

The Road to Dementia Town, had some rough spot today. We were bounce around pretty good, as Driver attempted to avoid any big pot holes. It was difficult, but we did keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.