“Something’s wrong with you,” my dad said a moment ago on the phone. “What’s going on?”
“Why?” I asked, my ears pricking up. “I feel shaky today, but I am hanging in there.”
“Your mother said you haven’t come to get your cokes today. You always get them in the morning. I feared something was bad wrong with you. You have been getting those cokes religiously for months now.”
I laughed, relieved that was all it was. I have to be so hyper sensitive to my father’s perception of me.
“The caffeine made me sick yesterday,” I replied honestly. “I almost had an anxiety attack. I had been drinking tea all day and the cokes sent me overboard.”
“I feared this would happen,” dad replied, sounding relieved. “I am just glad you are okay. I thought something bad had happened and you were dead or something.”
I laughed again.
Well, dad hung up and called mom. Mom, worried I wouldn’t have my cokes, drove all the way to my father’s store to get a six pack of caffeine (I can’t for the life of me spell this word right!) free Diet Cokes. Bless her! They were wonderful and didn’t make me sick. No more caffeine for Andrew. Yesterday scared me. I am so obsessive compulsive. Mom’s slowly gathering up all the tea she bought for me as well. She took one jug home and will get the rest tomorrow. I’ve already drank three gallons.