My father, along with his pharmacy, has a home health care business. He has been dropping hints that he may want me to come work for him. I would be delivering hospital beds and oxygen units. Of course, I grew completely excited. This would be the perfect job for me. Dad would only pay me enough where it wouldn't disrupt my disability.
Dad was in a good mood last night. He kept holding my hand and telling me how proud he's been of me lately. Slowly but surely we're rebuilding that relationship and trust I almost destroyed being a drunk. It is hard to believe I've gone 90 days without a drink. That is truly a miracle.
Dad made a remark about how content Maggie seems to be.
"The Professor is on spring break," I told him about Maggie.
We both burst out laughing.
"The Professor is such a good name for Maggie," he replied.