"I can't see too well. Over there. I want to look over there, but I can't see. It's too bright." Closing the curtain seemed to help, so this probably wasn't any kind of "Coming to the Light." Just late afternoon glare from the sun.
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"Why are you two trying to kill me?"
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She called for "Mom!" many more times in the afternoon and evening, along with calling "Help me!" A couple of times she called "Daddy!" but not much.
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[Staring straight at her son, very earnestly] "He came up to me and told me to give him a son. so I did. But now I'm afraid I'll be guilty of murder."
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Just before dinner, I was sitting with her and caressing her head, and she asked me to marry her. She shifts quickly between saying she loves me, and saying that I want to torture or murder her.
That said, I have tried to be affectionate and comforting, and I regularly address her as "sweetheart." So maybe it is just that her boundaries are coming down.
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As Schmidt and I ate dinner, Ma started talking to the air, and calling "Help me" over and over. Then she began to climb out of bed!
Why? "To escape!"
Escape to where? Long silence.
Finally she said she wanted to go to the bathroom. Schmidt helped her there, but she had nothing to do when she got there other than to sit and bemoan her fate.
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