There was the unmistakable smell of my grandfather's special recipe barbeque sauce simmering on the stove. I had just driven over to my parent's house to get some sodas. My stomach immediately started grumbling.
"Look in the slow cooker," Dad said, turning his attention to stirring the sauce.
"Pork butt!" I exclaimed with wide looking eyes.
"Come back over around two and we will eat."
We then took my medications. Dad was standing outside in the cool air in his pajamas as he got today's dosage out of his car.
"Now you have to stay with me for 30 minutes," he said. "I don't want you throwing them up."
It was scary driving today. I really shouldn't be driving until I get more stable. I keep having the uncomfortable sensation that my car is moving while at a full stop at a stop sign. I will push the brake pedal as hard as I can thinking I am moving. I made it home safely though with my guardian angel looking over my shoulder.