Thank god for day light saving time.

I could not wake her up. Never mind that it was the first day of the idiot time change. We did not have to travel to have the powers that be declare it to be an hour different than it was.

Cheryl slept poorly two nights previously. I was excited to get her to bed without too much fuss. I could tell she was tired, very tired. At dinner she was hallucinogenic. She spent some time discussing dinner with a little brown haired girl who was inside her head and did not answer when she she asked questions.

With her walker I got her to the toilet and sat her down. I thought that perhaps we might not make it. I changed her clothes with no help from her. She would not or could not open her eyes. I dug out the transfer chair to roll her to the table in the kitchen. I got her to take her first meds one at a time. She was awake but not awake. Breakfast was a non-starter for awhile. I rolled her to her recliner and got her it it.

I turned on one of the Sunday morning newsy shows I saved on the cable box. I turned it up so she could hear it. And I watched her for a bit. I left her seated in recliner and did a few chores like dress the bed.

She was awake when I came back 30 minutes later. She was watching the show.

As the day goes on she relates periods of delusional thoughts. And as we talked about those things she has begun to exhibit lucidity.

It is a very very strange version of the disease of Parkinson that Cheryl has.

Carpe Diem.