After a while, Mom came to me this afternoon, very talkative. It appears she had a spiritual awakening in the hospital and decided that we're both crazy and, while we may be mean or "do bad things", we've always loved each other and still do. I'm not excited about the way she makes us sound like a married couple, but she's being sweet and cooperative and seems to be okay with me monitoring her meds. She even said we could balance her checkbook and take care of the bills together tomorrow.
I'm starting to think that there may have been an invasion...of the body-snatcher variety.
I made some snacks for her to have in the middle of the night. Put them in her fridge. I should really keep an eye on that thing. She had one and a half pb & j sandwiches wrapped in a towel that was horribly gross and appeared to be the same towel she keeps cleaning up spills with, another sandwich in a gallon-sized bag with an entire pack of provolone cheese that had been opened (note: Mom doesn't like provolone...she stole my cheese) and already started growing something that belonged in a lab, and *my* peanut butter. Mom has her own peanut butter - Simply Jif - and it only has 65mg of sodium per serving. Skippy's mine! That hooker stole my peanut butter.
She just admitted to hallucinating. She doesn't know what's real and what's not. She said whatever is wrong with her is "not gone." Methinks it's time for her to go to bed.
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