My mother complained of sleeplessness and obsessing in the night, so the doctor recommended taking Paxil, an antidepressant. After two weeks on the med, she started to smile as beautifully as a boddhisattva. "My body aches have disappeared," she declared. This was the good news. The bad news: she began talking or shouting while napping or sleeping. Worse news: Mom has taken up sleepwalking. (She’s perfectly lucid when awake, and has far better memory than I do.)
String on our toes 10/16/08
My mother came to my bedroom door two nights ago, around 4 A.M., and called out, “Oh, where are you?” in Mandarin Chinese. Then she searched for me in the bathroom and took fright a the hairy legs of Dad who was sitting on the toilet. By this time, I was on my feet and knew she had turned somnambulist. I found her in the dark, headed for the kitchen. When I gave her tight hug, she awakened.
She confessed that one night, she dreamed guests had arrived, got out of bed, turned on the light in the dining area, opened the cabinet and took out a pair of antique Chinese silver spoons, two pairs of sliver-tipped ivory chopsticks, some paper napkins and wandered back into her bedroom, whereupon she set them down on the bed and discovered there were no guests.
I’m beginning to worry she’s going to wander out of the house in the dark. Should I lock the front door from the inside? (An old boyfriend, when he was a tot, would sleep walk all the way to his grandmother’s house, or he would get up and pee on the television set.
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