Dad made an emergency trip to Birmingham yesterday afternoon after work. It was a whirlwind trip and it worried me. Mom tagged along and I know she will be just wasted today. My sister's baby is sick. It is a two and half hour drive.
Well, when I called, Dad said the baby was much better - doing fine. He just wanted an excuse to see his grand kids and I don't blame him. I would, too. I couldn't help but be jealous, though. He lives five minutes from me and only stops by to bring me my morning medications. I shouldn't sully this blog post with all that paranoid personal family crap though.
I feel iffy today (took my Lithium last yesterday on a whim). Kinda on the borderline of panic or fine. I couldn't go to Mrs. Jones' for breakfast. It is a strange territory to be in. I said loudly a moment ago to myself, "If I am going to have an attack, let's just go ahead and get it over with!" Maggie looked up at me like I was crazy as she lay at my feet. "Yes! I am!" I told her of my craziness and she smartly moved into the den where it was much safer.