I feel better this morning, but scared. I still have that lump in my stomach. I woke up with it. It is a nice morning of drinking Pepsi, Sprite Zero, and listening to the radio. I had so many blog posts to catch up on. Reader was packed with hundreds of great posts. I have whittled them down to just a handful. I find myself browsing more than reading though when that happens.
I never know what Mom will bring me grocery shopping. Yesterday it was lots of breakfast foods. Breakfast burritos, fresh eggs, pepperjack cheese, bacon, sausage. This morning I had a fresh pepperjack omelet and bacon, and it was delicious. I always did love breakfast. She even brought me some fresh fruit and I love some kiwis and cantaloupe.
I don't know what I am going to do about these attacks. My father seems to think I am having (DT's) delirium tremens from my drinking days. I can assure you that is not it and I get tired of him poo pooing my symptoms. I think they are caused by my medications; either the Luvox or the Lithium. I am tired of periodically dealing with this, though. Convincing my father that it is my medications is akin to convincing Jesus to become an atheist. Just isn't going to happen. I will have to talk to my doctor without him in the room. And that will take an act of congress.