Hand to hand combat.

 

Sweetie and me

 

It seems that I wake up more tired than when I went to bed. This morning was like that. Sweetie was almost on top of me, my legs and ankles hurt, and it was time to get up. 

 

Last night, being New Year's Eve, I was awoke amidst the sound of fireworks and gun fire. 2022 had arrived, and from the sound of it, was alive and well.

 

As with every morning, there are hopes and dreams that are looked for and sometimes found. I have mine, and we will see how they come out as the year goes bye. 

 

Friday

 

Sweetie is laying in the middle of the bed, on her back, and seems happy to see me. We start the day with her first dose of Happy Medicine. Leaving her to let the oil do it's thing, I get breakfast ready. Pour her morning coffee and allow it to cool, and take a fruit cup out and pour it into a larger bowl, easier for her to eat out of it, than the small cup it comes in. 

 

With that set, I go and retrieve Sweetie. She has a cronic sore neck and shoulders. So, getting her up is painful for her. I understand what she is going through, because we are old, and creaky. I too have those morning pains. 

 

After some encouragement, and with my help she is up. With her being up, holding her until she gains her balance, we are off for another exciting day on the Road to Dementia Town. 

 

Getting her cleaned and changed, breakfast is next. She now circles the table to see which side she is going to sit at. Of course, I directer to the chair with the food in front of it. She digs in, and starts on the fruit. 

 

In the meantime, I get our cereal ready, and by that time, she is mostly through her fruit. She see the cereal, and goes for it. Removing the fruit bowl, I sit down and eat with her. Next comes her toast. I've learned not to have too many dishes in front of her at one time. She will start to transfer food from one bowl to the plate, and pour her coffee onto the toast and in general make a miss. 

 

My knee feels pretty good this morning, and I'm thinking, why not try a round of golf. Take a cart, so I won't put too much strain on it, and just see how I do. 

 

When I go to get Sweetie, she is asleep in the chair. That is a sign that she won't be coming with me. Get her up, and put her back in bed, I head out. 

 

The course is almost empty. A work day, and a winter cool day, it should be a quick round. Taking in all the conditions, decided to play the front nine, not the executive course. There is another single getting ready to tee off, and I join him. 

 

He is just what I needed. Has a up personality, and we talk and laugh the whole round. Congratulating each other on good shots, and sinking putts, or missing them by just that much. As we finished the round, dark clouds were rolling in and the temperature was dropping. Finished at just the right time. 

 

I was looking for my phone, and couldn't find it. I know I had it when I left for the course. With a search of the car, than the house, could not find it. It was a second closer look before I found it. It was between the seatbelt clip and center console, and with both the phone and console almost the same color, it was almost invisible. So glad to find it. 

 

Talked Sweetie into coming out for lunch, and as soon as she was done, she went back to her nest again. I did want to return the shoes that won't work for her, so I waited for her to get up. 

 

When she did get up, I quickly made our way to the car, and to the store. I could tell, she wasn't in a good place by the time we got there. I also know that if I can get her to walk with me, she has the ability to perk up. So, by the time we were in the store, and waiting to return the shoes, she began to act like the girl I know she can be. 

 

Did our exchange, went and got the wipes I forgot the first time, a head of lettuce, and out we went. 

 

Home again, and to the nest she went. For me, it was TV and popcorn. I'm beginning to enjoy my late afternoon snack of a bag of popcorn. With Sweetie by my side, I can feed her on kernel at a time, as we watch TV. 

 

For dinner, I decided on oatmeal. Just getting tired of the same old thing, and a bowl of hot oatmeal with butter and brown sugar sounded just what the doctor ordered. Besides, it won't hurt Sweetie's elimination. 

 

Time for the meeting, packed us up, and away we went. Sweetie seems to be in a good mood, and all is well. 

 

Home, and to be we go. Lately, it seems like hand to hand combat in bed. She has been cuddling up with me. You would think that would be nice. It is, for a short time. It is when I try to detach myself, she follows. It is getting harder and harder for me to get to sleep. I almost have to fight back to keep from being pushed out of bed. I know it is just another stage she is going through. For this too will pass. 

 

Driver was happy to drop me off at the golf course today. He knew what I needed and it was waiting for me. Refreshed and renewed at the end of the round, He took me home. The Road to Dementia Town, has many turns and curves, and it is all in His hands as we go. With His help, we are able to keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless, as we start another year.  Arthur.