We’d Celebrate, but…

Yesterday, on her birthday, after she awoke from her afternoon nap, Angelique seemed very fatigued. She seemed that way until her afternoon nap today too. I believe we can have too many caregivers at one time, too much stimulus.

She awoke from her evening “nap”, whatever that is these days, about midnight. She’s kind of aware of what’s going on around her, she just doesn’t have the capacity to interact. I wheeled her out to the porch and let her have a small glass of wine, which she really seemed to enjoy. So far, that was just enough “normal” to put her at ease enough to make her go to sleep.

It’s been routine for her to conk out on the recliner lately. Problem with that is, there’s no good place to go to sleep with her where I can immediately  help her get to the potty, or wherever it is she’s headed when she may get up from that particular chair.

Flashback—this morning at about five a.m. she was on the potty. I tossed her panties aside and said, “I guess we’ll have to get Kim to put on a load of wash tomorrow so you’ll have enough panties.”

She wrapped her frail arms around me, gave me the sweetest kiss and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Chris”.

She then took a couple of steps back toward our bed and said, “don’t worry, I’m almost finished”.

Thanks for caring. Stay tuned.