But I am glad it is over with.

Cheryl woke up super early for her these days. She was awake a little after seven this morning. I have to admit that I was a little disappointed because she had been awakening at 9 am or so. I began to treasure those first couple of hours from about 6:30 am until 8:30 am or so. Those are mine to do whatever I want to. Do the Wordle, chair yoga for old people, Quordle, blog a bit or think about life and drink some coffee. It is my time. I would check her and listen for her gentle snoring from the living area while I read or watched the early morning news shows. It was my time so when she was awake when I came by her side of the bed, I was disappointed and also elated that she was awake.

Early after she had a bowl of cereal for breakfast she had a short bout of diarrhea. Not a serious issue and as she typically is constipated as are others with Parkinson in many ways it was a welcome change. Not the loose bowels but the relief coming with movement. It made me want to figure out what she had eaten the day before to occasionally fit that into her diet.

The whole episode which I handled badly, got both of us upset. There seems to be no gentle way to clean her backside while she is struggling with balance issues. She kept complaining I was hurting her while I intended to be thorough all the time I was thinking about UTI’s, so, I complained right back to her about holding still. I apologized profusely afterwards.

After this episode in the front bathroom she went to the big bathroom to get further cleaned up. I suggested that she take a shower to top off my handiwork. I should have kept my mouth shut. She might have showered if I had not mentioned it. But I did not keep my mouth shut. Alas.

I left her to do her thing unaided. She actually was moving pretty good and seemed fairly stable. I checked on her about an hour later and she was dressed.

When I came into the bedroom though she reported that there was a bird flying around the condo. She had been chasing around the room. I told her that whatever she did it must have worked because I did not see the bird anymore. (I may not have told her that in a calming voice. I get nervous and upset when she is seeing things.)

The rest of the day was filled with wandering demented conversation about nothing. Occasionally she spoke about her childhood memories. She wanted to talk to her Aunt Jean and at one point carried on a conversation out loud with her deceased sister Janice’s picture. She said she wanted to talk to her mom and I suggested that we visit the cemetery.

We left to visit the cemetery. During the ride to the graveyard a discussion of George Ward and where he is buried ensued. George is a friend that I went to college with 50 years ago and he passed away maybe 15 or 20 years ago. He married a friend of Cheryl’s who we still have lunch with every few weeks. There is no telling where that thought originated in her head. It just pops up as do many odd and off-the-wall thoughts.

Back home before we went out to eat, I asked her a question about food and she told me two people were talking (in her head) so she could not hear what I said to her.

As I backed away from the garage and lowered the door she told me that the little girls in the garage were upset to be left there in the dark. I lied and told her the light would stay on after the door was down. The girls would be safe there while we ate at the restaurant.

How do I feel?

Exhausted. Carpe Diem.