Well, 'bizarre' doesn't even come close to what we got all day yesterday, in terms of delusions and extremely odd beliefs!
Thankfully, there was no massive distress or anger, just a constant stream of unrelated questions and comments about non-existent events and situations, with sometimes the 'delusion' changing or vanishing as you attempted to answer what she was asking - which added hugely to the confusion.
She didn't get up till after 11a.m., but straight away , ravenous appetite - barely finished her usual large breakfast before she was asking for a 'bit of bread and butter'. By 1 pm, she had eaten porridge, 4 rounds of toast by themselves, 3 digestive biscuits, a piece of bread and jam, and two fried eggs on two more pieces of toast! And right from the off, hyper and from one fixation to another. She went looking for, at various times in the first couple of hours after she woke, the 'suit she had worn to the meetings this morning', the man she was giving the 'stuff too, the book with the list of the 'arrangements for the cabinet' she needed for work, the sausages she had cooked for 'that chap' to eat, was insistant that she had already washed and dressed (whilst standing there in yesterdays knickers and her dressing gown!), she had to find the 'box with those round things in', to check on 'the little one' in the 'back bedroom', asking me where the 'babby' had gone, asking me where her little girl had gone, telling me she was looking forward to cuddling up to sleep with the little one 'tonight', and several times, 30 seconds after she has spoken to OH (who was up and down the stairs, fitting out the bathroom with new shower and tiles) asking me when he would be back from 'working abroad', from visiting that woman, if he was coming to visit her tonight, if he was out buying her the papers she needed, if he was taking the 'boys back home'.
At about 5pm, it actually got worse! There was barely a pause between the comments/questions - what did I think about that man being released? 'You know, Ann - the one the FBI came here about, he's a friend of one of your daughters, they had to let him go?'. At that one, I just looked at her and - head spinning and completely mashed at this point - and said 'FBI?'. 'Yes', she said - You made them tea and toast and they wached my husband on the boat, and they had their guns'. We had her asking what time her husband was coming from the cemetry to collect her? He'd gone there to get the book back. She said she was anoyed that the white dog had been jumping on the sofa, and thanked me for not getting angry about it. She also thanked me for the lovely weekend, and went on about how nice it was of me to go to all the trouble with writing everything down and arranging the dancing. OH had nipped to the shops to pick up milk, and bought me, youngest and Mil a bar of chocolate each - she constantly offered the chocolate to everyone else in the room, whilst packing it away at a rate of knots - with maybe 4 squares left, she started saying it should go in the fridge - youngest took it for her, and as she came back, Mil asked who had taken her chocolate - yongest reminded her.' Oh yes, she said - but who has my chocolate?'. Youngest fetched it back and as she went to hand it to Mil, Mil asked her to put it in the fridge - and when she did, Mil then wanted to know who had stolen her chocolate! We also had constant references to the babby - she KNOWS I have a 'babby', she came to see me in hospital last week when I had it - the little one, her own little girl, her mother, how she was 'going home', her suddenly and repeatedly jumping up to get 'that thing' from bathroom/bedroom/kitchen/the shop - non-stop!
She saved the best till just before her bedtime, when she wanted to know the details of tomorrow nights concert, in America, that she was going to, to see her son and her grandson sing like Elvis! As she talked, the story grew legs and more details emerged, about how her son always sang in concerts (like me, he is tone deaf, btw) and the costumes and the songs, and how it had been arranged that she was going. We just couldn't keep up, and both OH and I reached for the pain killers, for our banging headaches, when she finally went up the stairs!
I got up this morning to all the downstairs lights blazing - so she must have been up in the night - I did encounter her at about 3a.m., coming out of the bathroom, but I had no idea she had been downstairs. I can't see anything out of place, but I think we need to put a stair gate or some sort of alarm in place, just in case - usually, I hear her if she starts for the stairs, I can only think I was so worn out with keeping up with her yesterday, that for once, I was tired enough to sleep through!
I don't think its a UTI, no typical symptoms and as I said, she wasn't distressed, just hyper and just totally in a ficticious world - but, I've been caught out like that before, so if today is no better, then its sample off to hospital on Monday morning, and - as she is already on a maintenence dose of AB's - an increased dose, if needed, will give us a couple of days of tummy upset to deal with - at the moment, with my ears still ringing, and my head still spinning, I think that dealing with the runs would be preferable to what we had yesterday!