Going to bitch.

Brothers and sister.

As the years roll on, the family grows smaller. We are at the spreading of her oldest brother's ashes. Out of the 5, these three remain. I don't talk to them much, yet we still do stay in contact. One reads the blog, the other, we exchange calls once or twice a year. 

I'm going to bitch a little here, so be warned. 

The other day, I received some pictures from Sweetie's cousin. Old pictures with a note that she might enjoy them. Sweetie didn't even know who they were, and they were of her and her family. 

Called the two daughters and asked if they would like them, and, of course they would. So, dividing them up, mail them off, and waited. I received a text from the one I thought would respond, and so far, crickets from the other. This is what I thought would happen. 

Saturday

Respite Saturday. There are times when I don't realize just how much I look forward to them. My spirit is up, and it is almost like Christmas morning. 

Eager to get going, and seeing that Sweetie has her eyes open, time to get in there and get her going. 

At first she seems eager to get up, then again, when I remove the blanket, and try to get her to move her legs, the battle begins. 

After moving her, we are on the potty. This time, I'm letting her just sit. to see if she can relieve herself. For this, I am rewarded. 

Breakfast, and now waiting for my caregiver to arrive. She is bring with her, two of her children, which I think is great. Sweetie loves being around little ones. 

The boy wants to see Tweety, and so I have the garage door open for them, and so I can show Tweety off. Worked like a charm, and the boy was impressed. 

With the changing of the guard, I'm off. Oh how I love my Respite Saturdays. 

While on the course, I've been thinking about what I'm doing to cause me so much difficulty lately with my swing. I've decided to change the timing of my weight transfer, and it seems to help. Now, to work on it and make it more of a natural swing, which of course will take me the rest of my life to perfect. 

Chanced my stance while putting, and it seems to help. So now I have two improvements to work on. 

Get home, take the boy for a spin in the corvette, and talk business with my caregiver. We are discussing about respite care for Sweetie, what I need to do, and make arrangements so she can see her while I'm gone. We talk about her oldest daughter, who might want to sit with Sweetie over the summer, will have to wait and see how that works. 

After we say our adios, I get Sweetie up and out for a walk. Taking Tweety this time. After the walk, we go on a long road trip, and enjoy the time away. 

The trouble, and there always seems to be a fly in the ointment, is that when we get home, she doesn't want to get out of the car. Most of the time when she gets into her Dementia stubbornness, I can physically take her by the hand and get he where I want her to be. In the car is something else. A small confined space, and a mule like stubbornness makes for a difficult removal process. 

I do get her to move and get out of the car. Once moving she is easy to direct. First things first, CBD is called for, and with it, a hope for sanity to return. We are also at the beginning of her Sundowners behavior. 

As she first lays down, then she is up, and every time she gets up, I give her a dose of Happy Medicine. It takes about 3 to 4 dose before she can overcome her sundowners. 

Once she is "Human" again, we have dinner. We are having leftovers from our KFC night. As she eats what I gave her, she seems to be still hungry. Give her more food, and then still more. She ate more than I've seen her eat in a long time. Then, without a notice, she is up and back into her nest. 

For me, it is just time to sit and wait. To see who comes back out. And it is Sweetie, in a confused, "Where am I?" look on her face. 

I get her to sit with me, and we sit and watch TV until the time to retire. 

Over all, Driver was able to avoid the rough spots in the Road to Dementia Town today. Heard some road noise, but that was just about all. So for the rest of the trip, we were able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.