Sitting side by side.

Sweetie

Overslept for the first time, well not the first time, in a long time. Took a sleeping aid, and it worked. Better than I thought. 

Monday

Still in pain, but better. I can even walk normally for about 10 feet. It may not sound like much, comparing it to yesterday, it is huge. One of the things I am able to do, is measure pain, by how much it hurts today, compared to how much it hurt yesterday. 

When I was in high school, I was a decent athlete, and I learned how to handle physical pain. It is a behavior that has served me well as I age. 

Did some stretching, and now it is time to get Sweetie up. She is awake, as always when I come into the room. She is now, more so then before, happy to see me. I think it is because she isn't alone, and is happy to see anyone. 

She gets out of bed willingly, and we are off for another day of nothingness. 

Morning pre-breakfast activities are done. We are out of prune juice, and I can't walk well enough to get some, so we have raisin brain for breakfast. 

After breakfast, get set for a day on the couch. Sitting side by side, hand in hand, we are entertained by the images on the screen. 

Had to rearrange scheduled tours at a couple of respite facilities. One was cancelled because they don't do respite. 

As the day rolled on, I noticed we just sat, held hands, and as long as Sweetie didn't have to do anything, she was fine. 

As dinner time came, her sundowners drove her to her nest, and I prepared dinner. We're having beans and corn, with our hamberger. Hoping that the beans will do the job that the prune juice does. 

After dinner, to a meeting we go. She is doing just fine, and I hoping for a good meeting, and a swift return to the house. 

Once home, we have a little difficulty getting in the house, she just doesn't want to come in. Once in, we get prepared for bed. She isn't happy with me pulling down her pants, it gets done anyway. It seems that at each beginning, she will complain, and then resigned to the fact it will be done, she gives in. 

In bed, cuddling, I say our prayers, and to sleep we go. Day is done, and we wait for the next to begin. 

I wonder if Driver is getting bored with the simple life we are now doing. I know that we will be having this type of life soon enough and maybe this is just practice for that day. So, we go, in the slow lane on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.