So, today was a rough day for my mother...her hallucinations are just flat out almost unbearable. The paint on the walls of her room seem to change colors right before her eyes. She sees writing on the walls...always mean things being written about her...how stupid she is, how ugly she is and how she is so worthless that "they" are going to throw her out on the street at any time. She is now convinced that my dad has come to live with me in Virginia. This makes her incredibly sad and angry at both my dad and me.
One very interesting development...she has developed some comic relief...in a very serious tone, with a very worried look on her face, she whispered to us:
MOM: Did you hear about the jitterbug?
MOM: Did you hear about the jitterbug???!
DAD: Honey, what are you talking about?
MOM: DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE JITTERBUG?
DAD: (Realizing he needed to play along...) No, I didn't hear about the jitterbug. What did you hear about him?
MOM: He forgot to jit.
She then proceeded to laugh a glorious deep belly laugh...bless her heart.