Yesterday I was bound and determined to get my medications early. Dad normally gives me my medications at 9:30 PM sharp. I didn't want to wait all day with shaky hands and unsteady walk; the mentally interesting mind I can have on such days. I wanted the sweet release that only some of my medications can impart. So this leads me to drive to mom and dad's.
Upon arriving, dad had me a plastic bag of sodas ready. My daily allotment.
"Can we go ahead and take my medications?" I asked carefully.
Dad was still dressed in his pajamas. Sitting with a newspaper in his lap.
"Let's stick to our schedule," he said to my deep disappointment.
As I was walking out the back door ready to drive home dad said, "Do you really want to take them so early?"
YES! The sun shone down on my little dark corner of the world.
Dad ambled outside to his car pajamas and all. We took my medications and I headed home with a smile on my face. Just another one of life's little victories.