Grateful

When I woke up this morning, I quietly slipped out of my new bed.  Headed for the bathroom.  Husband sat up and said, "Don't go in the bathroom!"  Surprised, because I thought he was asleep, I did something I don't recommend doing with an Alzheimer's patient.

I asked, "Why?"

"There's a guard dog in the bathroom.  He's vicious."

And, a good morning to you as well.

Normal people wake up with their spouses with a pleasant "good morning", asking how they slept, do they feel alright or just with a good morning kiss.

Me?  I have "guard dogs" in my bathroom. (sigh)

Yesterday was busy with husband.  Hallucinations continued until early evening.  He was fine for a few hours, then, bam, here we go again.

Got him settled in his bed.  Twice.  By the third time around, I was getting tired.  He got out of bed, again, telling me he was looking for the straps.  Straps?  What straps?  Actually, I was hoping we did find the straps(?), so I could strap him in!

He tells me, "An old man just brought the straps in and put them right here, (patting his bed), now, I can't find them."

It took me awhile to convince him that no one brought any straps in.

I can see straight into our bedroom from the living room.  I would be sitting here, watching TV, when he would sit up, attempting to get out of bed.  I would snap my fingers, and say, "Nope.  Lie down.  It's nighttime, lay down."  In a not so nice manner.  He would oblige, muttering that I was being mean.  "You bet,"  I'd say, "now, go to sleep."

Oh, he's a handful, that husband of mine.

After he had gone to sleep, I sat outside and enjoyed the breeze and I got to thinking.

You know, I have to count my blessings here.  He could be in pain.  He's not.  When everything is being taken away from him, including, but, not limited to, his eyesight, he has no pain.

And, for that, I am grateful.