It has really worried me that Helen is having to give me my medications. It is embarrassing. Dad didn't trust Mom fearing she would have enough patience to wait the 15 minutes for them to take affect. Helen has been so kind, though. I wonder what she thinks of all of this? We have a strange family.
Mom took me to get my injection this morning. We sat in the lobby as she read a book and I people watched. Soon, they called us back and I was injected in the ole derrière.
"That didn't take long!" Mom exclaimed.
"It never does," was my reply.
We then went by my father's pharmacy so Mom could do some shopping. I meandered around the store just browsing. Now, I am home and glad to be here. I am working on day 7 without a panic attack. Please let's keep this up!