I will never understand the many forms of dementia. Dave has been so quiet and sleeping so much the past few days, I have come to accept this behavior as his norm. A very stubborn Uti rages through him, needing a different antibiotic. I blame this and his many other drugs for his sleepiness. But today, I awoke to friendly words, "Good Morning, Mom." Dave calls me Mom and I call him Dad.
So for today, he is back.
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