I awoke pretty early this morning. My mind was clear and I got excited -- excited to greet the day. "What to do?" I thought as I dressed. I patted Maggie goodbye and got in the car to drive to my parent's house.
When I arrived, mom was still in her nightgown and Helen was doing laundry. "Lord child," she said. "Yo parents sho wear a lot of clothes." I smiled, agreeing, and headed upstairs.
"Mom? have you got any of my Benadryl?" I asked as she climbed back into the bed.
"Look in my medicine cabinet," she replied with a sleepy sigh.
My heart did a flip flop at the sight of the big bottle of Lortab painkillers. "Two won't hurt you," my mischievous mind said. "You're such an addict," I thought as I shut the cabinet door with two Benadryl in hand.
"What are you going to do with the Benadryl?" Mom asked me.
"Save them for an emergency," was my honest reply. "I mainly just wanted something to busy myself with and wanted to drive."
Mom had a busy day today and rattled off a number of things she had to do.
"Do you dread things?" mom asked me.
"Yeah," I replied. "I got that from you."
I wasn't dreading anything today, though. I was feeling good, and it has been a good day. Like eyes in a hurricane, these little respites from the mental illness storm are wonderful. I am off to sit on the porch and read magazines till time for work.