Things started to go bad.

Old Scotsman.

Everyday, and I do mean everyday, it seems that I learn something else about Dementia. How just the timing of an hour can make the difference between a good day, and a day of frustrations. 

Tuesday

I was hoping that Sweetie had a good nights sleep. And so, when I went to get her up, she seemed OK. We've had better and worse mornings. 

My plans were to take her with me to the course. The weather report was for a cool, sunny day, like yesterday. She had other ideas. 

After she was up, and at the table, so far so good. It was after the cereal, that things started to go bad. 

She was done, and headed off to her nest. When I went to check on her, she was out. If I was to take her out with me, I'd pay hell for getting her up. So, I let her sleep. 

As it turned out, I didn't have a winning hand no matter how I played it. 

I kept a close eye on her while I was on the course. When I saw that she was up, and folding the covers, then walking back and forth. I headed home. 

She seemed so happy to see me, to the point that she sat on a chair, pointed to the couch, where she wanted me to sit. I thought I'd avoided a rough afternoon at this point. Boy, was I wrong. 

The longer we sat, the more absent she was. Thinking that a walk would be good at this time, we got into the car and off we went for our walk about. 

About halfway around our first lap, she took her hand out of mine, and started walking behind me. Trouble was brewing. Cutting the walk short, I headed for the car, and she didn't want to go with me. I had to take her by the hand and get her to follow me. 

Home, in the garage, she didn't want to get out of the car, again, trouble. She was mad at me for leaving her alone, and she was going to make me know she was upset with me. 

It seemed like she was in a fog, one moment, all was well, and then up and walking. Around 5pm she was able to settle down and we watched TV as we normally do. 

When we went to bed, it was a repeat from the night before. Afterwards, she was wrapping herself close to me, to the point I couldn't sleep. When I felt I could move, I headed to the other bedroom and to sleep. 

Wasn't sure just how the day would end, today, on the Road to Dementia Town. What started out OK, soon turned to a twisty, bumpy ride. It was difficult, but we were still able to Keep Our Shiny Side UP. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.