This evening found me toodling around in my den after eating supper. I cooked beef tips in a mushroom sauce, roasted potatoes, and green beans. There seems to be some normalcy returning to Casa de Andrew.
Normally, when I come out of one of my “funks” the house is a mess. This time, I managed to stay remarkably clean with the only chaos being the two bags of trash sitting by the backdoor. A quick vacuum of the floor and emptying the trash tidied up things quite nicely.
To my friend Kristen, thank you for calling. I could hear your messages being left as I laid in the bed. I didn’t feel well enough to talk on the phone though. Thank you for being such a good friend. It probably wouldn’t have been a very coherent conversation anyway on my part. I do care about you very much and hope my silence didn’t hurt your feelings.
Speaking of my father, he came by tonight.
“You’ve been very quiet for a few days,” He said. “I am just checking up on you.”
I had never seen a more welcome and comforting sight than his Honda sitting in my driveway. I told him about applying for and getting the credit card.
“Credit is not a good idea on your income, don’t you think?” He said and I agreed.
He watched as we made a ceremony of tearing it up. I had only spent $27 dollars on the card anyway to fund tonight’s supper. I actually felt a sigh of relief as all the plastic fell to the bottom of my trashcan. The interest on those cards is highway robbery.
My Dad then gave me a long hug as he said goodbye to drive down to his pharmacy to work his usual Sunday night shift.
“Thanks for the quiet past few weeks,” He told me.
It has been quiet. We will just chalk up the past few days as bumps in a long and winding road. It is good to feel okay again. The good times do outweigh the bad times far more these days of finding medications that work. Previously, I have would have slept for four days straight so things are getting better.