Grace: Would you play cards with me?
Eadaoin (14 year-old sister): Ooh, I wanna play, too!
Me: What are we playing?
Grace: Egyptian War…
Me: Egyptian Wart? Wha….?
Grace: NO! Egyptian WARRRRRR! Not wart! Eeeew!
Me: OOoooOOOh, well, that makes more sense.
Grace: I’m hungry. Eadaoin, will you shuffle the deck while I make some toast?
Grace: (pausing as if to process her thoughts…Eadaoin taking the deck of cards out of Grace’s hands) Hey! Don’t take those cards away from me! What are you doing?
Eadaoin: Uh…you asked me to shuffle them? Why are you mad?
Grace: What? I asked you…huh?
Me: Grace? Are you okay?
Grace: (looking confused) Where’s my toast?
Me: You were going to make yourself some.
Grace: I asked you to make it.
Me: No, you said you were going to make it.
Grace: I did?
Grace: I’m not hungry. I don’t want anything. I’m going to bed. I’m leaving…
This is Grace on Lithium. Her mood is much more stable now, but now she’s…uh…hmmm. What can I say? She’s stereotypically schizophrenic now. It’s weird. Really, really weird. It’s an improvement, right? At least she’s not trying to stab herself now.