I bought Maggie a new toy yesterday and she is enamored with it. It is a little pink, stuffed bunny. Maggie carries it around and plays with it. I woke up this morning to daylight to find her and the bunny both in the bed with me.
My father called me this morning about my medications. I take so many medications that my father’s pharmacy packages them in a bubble pack where all I have to do is push the pills through the foil and take them at the correct time.
“Dad, I feel so slow mentally,” I told him.
“You need to feel slow,” Dad replied. “You were on a high for awhile there until we got your medications right. You need to slow down.”
“Did you bring home next week’s medications?” I then asked.
“Yes,” He replied. “They are on the back porch.”
“I will walk over to get them,” I then said as I hung up the phone.
“Slow, my ass,” I thought as I walked across their backyard. “This is not normal. I would rather deal with schizophrenia and be crazy.”
I started out for today’s hike just a moment ago and got down to the end of the neighborhood street and turned around and walked back home. I just didn’t feel like hiking today.