“You sure that toothache isn’t going to cause your schizophrenia to act up?” mom asked me, concerned, this afternoon. “You know what stress can do to you. It’ll make you crazy.”
Mom popped the trunk for me to get my groceries out. She sat in the car asking me more fretting questions all the while my brow wrinkled with frustration and aggravation. You could hear Maggie loudly yelping on the inside that mom was here she was so excited.
“I’m not going to the Dentist unless the Tylenol and aspirin stops working,” I told her. “I have a phobia about dentists and barbers.”
I started to walk through the yard carrying four bags of groceries.
“That infection is going to eat your brain out!” mom hollered back at me frustrated.
I smiled, but didn’t look back. I finally got all my groceries in and was mad at mom because she said she was too tired to walk across the yard to see Maggie. She just sat in the car directing things. It was like taking a kid’s Christmas away for Maggie. Mom was having what me and dad call a “big hair” day – her hair was all prettily done and she was all cocky, opinionated, and sure of herself. It is always interesting when she has these days because she is like a different mom – more like a real mother or parent I should say.