Sundowning

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Sundowning has new meaning, for me. I learned about Sundowning from Patty, as she desires the shades down at 3pm winter and and 6pm summer - common for the Alzheimer's crowd.

I got my kind of Sundowning, for the first time, this spring, in my newly appointed Birch Bowl. I love it.

Sundowning

Sundowning is last light. We awake to new light. We awake to another Spring - Unless you are nursing home bound.

You go to a nursing home to die. You go to a nursing home because you can’t take care of yourself. You go to a nursing home because no one else is able to take care of you. No one wants to go. I can’t imagine. Shades down. Last light.

For most that go to a nursing home, it should be a loving hospice. Extending life, at all costs, should not be the objective. A short stay is a blessing. Pneumonia (DNR in place) is the elders friend. Life is not meant to extend beyond what is meant to naturally be. I wish to respect the transition to everlasting Light.

I am getting in line - there may be a need with Alzheimer’s. I am looking at 2022. It’s hard to believe but waiting lists are long, even though costs are six figures a year. A local home says it will cost about $10,000 a month, and you will receive up to an hour of nursing care a day. You’ve got to be kidding. I want around the clock care. Who will be there to work the remote, find the bath room and frig, lay out the cloths, scoop the ice cream?

I’m opting for home care - to the max!