A scary day.

When I used to do taxes.

One of my plans, that didn't work out, was to  do taxes after I retired. I thought it would be a good way to make some extra money. With it we could travel for the rest of the year. It was good for a short while, and as you all know, it wasn't going to work out at all. 

Like most of the things that I've planned for, or sought to prevent, never happened. For what we couldn't see down this Road to Dementia Town, was the destination we were heading for. 

As of now, I'm glad I tried all that I did, and at the same time, I'm sorry for all the time that I left my Sweetie home alone. 

If I wasn't running out of the house to deliver pizzas, it was either to take a class on taxes, or from December to April to do taxes, or to a meetings. I was always on the move, and that left her by herself. If anything, I'm making up for that now. 

At the same time, I am the one that is being left alone. Not in the physical sense, for she is with me, it is the emotional and spiritual side that is wanting. And there isn't anything we can do to get that back. 

Sunday

With nothing on the calendar, letting her sleep. Knowing that I'll have to put her in the shower when I get her up. 

Last night, before we went to bed, she had another big BM, and I cleaned her up as best as possible, just to get her to bed. So, I knew that was ahead. 

When I went in to get her, she was laying half in bed, and half out. She wasn't ready to get up, so I put her back into bed and left. 

When I did go to get her up, she didn't want to get out of bed. When she did get up, she was a weak as a kitten. Could barely walk, and I had to half carry, half lead her to the potty. 

That is where I found she had another large movement. Things were not looking good, as the shower goes, but for the movements, it is a good thing. Messy, but good. 

There wasn't anyway I was going to get her in the shower at this time, and she was very droopy on the potty to the point that I didn't want to leave her by herself. 

Talking to her, telling her I was going to get her some water, she seemed to understand. Quickly I retrieved a glass, and made her drink it down. 

Got her clean enough to put her to bed, again. I let her sleep. 

Next time, late in the afternoon, I got her up, and she was better. Not her old self, but better. She was good enough that with much help and encouragement, was able to get her in the shower, and non too soon. 

Clean, dressed, we sat on the couch and watched movies. She sat and napped the whole time. When she would wake up, I had a glass of water, with a straw for her. She drank it dry. We also had a sandwich and some cookies. 

Every time she needed to stand up, she needed help. After sleeping through a couple of movies, it was time to put her back to bed. Again, she seemed to have just enough energy to make it back to bed. Helped her crawl in, and she was out. 

I stayed up for awhile, and when I went to bed, she was laying there, awake, and happy that I was joining her, and with holding her hand, we went to La La land. 

It was a scary day for me. I thought Sweetie was going to be getting out of the car. I wasn't sure what was going on with her. Driver just kept His eyes forward, as we drove down the Road to Dementia Town. I felt that at anytime He would pull over, and let her out. It was then, I realized, I wasn't ready for her to leave me. She didn't and she stayed in the car till the evening came. With all the stress of the day, we were still able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.