Very quiet, low key Sunday. Even on Super Bowl Sunday. I'm not a football fan, but, in the days when husband was well, we did get caught up on all the hoopla that is Super Bowl Sunday. My, times have changed.
Some of you have asked when was the last time I had a good night's sleep. I don't remember. I sleep with one eye open nowadays.
Another question was do I worry husband will leave the house in the middle of the night. Yes, hence, sleeping with one eye open.
Last night was no different.
Husband was restless in the evening. He called me in the room and very politely asked me to ask the man in the closet to leave. I showed him again our reflection in the mirror and told him there was no man there, it was him. He said, "I know you say that is me, but, I don't think so. He scares me."
When it was time for bed, I was turning the bed covers down, husband was beside me, looking scared and confused. When I got to my side of the bed, husband said, "What about those people?", pointing to the mirror. I looked in the mirror and saw two people, husband and myself. I said, "Those people are you and I, honey." He hesitated, I told him to go to the bathroom and I would tuck him in bed.
He finished in the bathroom, came halfway out and whispered for me to come to him. I got to the bathroom door and he whispered, "Do you think we'll be OK?" "Of course we'll be fine," was my response. "No, I mean, that man in there, he scares me. I know you say that is me, but I know that's not me."
I convinced him to come to bed. He was hesitant. I opened the closet door so he could not see his reflection. That seemed to ease his mind somewhat. He said if the man came at him, he was going to shoot him. Oh boy.
I got into bed, told him I wouldn't let anyone hurt him, I was there to protect him.
When most people go to bed, they look forward to relaxing, snuggling under the covers and going to sleep. I, on the other hand, went to bed last night with a feeling such dread. It took me awhile to fall asleep, only to wake every half hour or so to check on husband.
Around 1:30 am, I woke up and he was not in bed. Panic! He was in the bathroom. He came out, naked , of course. I got him back in bed and he slept the rest of the night.
I got up at 5 am. I'm tired.
This is not good. Final Stage 7. "They" say that's when the hallucinations begin.
We have arrived to the Final Stage 7.