Today wasn't a day to remember. It ended worse than it began. When days begin with delusion and confusion, I can be assured nothing good will follow. Our day began routine enough. I showered RD and washed his hair, dressed him, applied moisturizing cream, cut his hair, shaved him and generally pampered him from head to toe. He was looking and smelling pretty darn sweet.
By the end of the day, he was agitated, tried to take a swing at me and let me know in no uncertain terms I was trying to kill him. How did we get from tender loving care to don't touch me or I'll kill you... all in a short 12 twelve hours?
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