"I've got your groceries in the car," mom cheerfully told me after I opened my front door. "I didn't think you felt like going to get them."
"Thank you so much," I implored as I gave her a hug.
I got all my groceries in and Mom ate supper with me. Helen had just finished cooking and hadn't long left.
"I always loved rutabagas," Mom said as we sat at my table gingerly shoveling in food. "Helen does them justice."
"Too bad I don't have any hot sauce for them," I replied.
"What do you think is causing all these attacks?" Mom asked.
"I am pretty sure it is my medications," I replied.
"Don't tell your father that," Mom said. "He will freak out."
It is a catch-22 about my medications. My father feels they are miracle drugs without side effects. He gets angry anytime I disparage them. I have little choice but to take them as they are fed to me every night. I have cut out almost everything that would be causing these attacks including the Benadryl. I haven't taken Benadryl in days.
Mom left after supper and I curled up on the couch with Maggie. I was able to catch an old episode of Firefly. My favorite Sci Fi show these days. I was content with a full belly as Maggie groomed herself for the full hour.