||[Feb. 14th, 2007|08:39 am]
My grandmother is completely not there at all anymore. It's not just "hearing" us yelling things in the night and waking us up now, or "hearing" us fall out of bed and coming to sit on the edge of the bed saying, "I'm just going to sit here."|
This morning, she knocked on my door, and before I could answer, she was already out the door between her place and the kitchen. About 15 minutes later, she did it again, and again was gone before I could answer.
My only warning as to her current state of mind was talking to my mother on the phone after I got up, and having her say she'd tried talking to her, but she just can't.
So I walk through her place to get upstairs, and tell her to stop knocking on my damned door and walking away. And she's like, "Well, how am I supposed to know if you're alive? Nobody can tell if you're alive! What if you were dead?!?"
...."You mean, sleeping?"
"Pretending to be dead! Why do you have to be so stupid? Why do you have to be so MEAN? Why do you have to do this to me?"
"...Sleep? What normal people do at night?"
"Pretending to be dead! Why do you have to pretend to be dead and get me all worried? I've been trying to wake you up for *HOURS*! I've been playing my piano as loud as possible, and you wouldn't wake up, so you must be dead!"
Now, her piano is on the opposite side of the house, and to get to it, I have to take a circle route around the back of the house. There's also a garage in between me and her piano room, so no doors, and lots of insulation from sound.
So she starts going off about how is she supposed to know when any of us are alive, when all we can do is sleep? Dude, we sleep at night. Like normal people. What the fuck? I mean, she's been randomly checking on us and waking us up to make sure we're alive for ages, but it's never been *this* bad.
And now, because I yelled at her for it, she thinks she's in imminent danger, and I'm going to kill her or something, so she's got her coat on, and is ready to run out the door. What the hell?