I was sitting this morning in my psychiatrist's office. He was blathering on and on about my cholesterol levels and exercise. It was getting to be grueling to sit through. Finally, he moved on to my present problems. I sighed with relief.
We kept my medications the same. I weighed on his scales and am down to 205 pounds. I have lost 52 pounds by just not drinking sugary soda. My doctor and my father were very pleased.
As we were leaving the doctor's office, Dad placed two pills in my hand.
"Take these," he said. "You are going to need them. We are going to see your great aunty Myrtis."
I smiled and took the pills with a gulp of diet Dr. Pepper. All the pills did was make me drowsy and it was hard having conversations. My aunt was in fine form for 92 years young making many racist comments about that "colored man in the White House." She always makes me cringe doing that. I have to remind myself that she grew up in a different time and place.