I had a tough night last night with my schizophrenia. I was feeling agitated and antsy, and I kept hearing this sound like bugs getting squashed on a windshield. It was disconcerting to say the least. It is all relative, though, and it shows you how far I’ve come when last night’s bad night would have been a good night a few years ago. I kept trying to tell myself that.
Mom and dad threw a party last night at their house. I wasn’t feeling well and wanted a few cokes so I called. Mom had had a little too much champagne.
“I’ll put your cokes out on the porch,” she said drunkenly.
I laughed despite my mental anguish. Mom sounded so funny over the phone. Well, I drove over and in a sack were six caffeine free diet cokes. Six diet Grapico. And six diet Sunkist! Mom needed to get drunk more often! It was like a crack addict finding a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk!
Well, mom called at 12:30 AM. I had been asleep an hour and let the answering machine pick up.
“Did you come get your three Grapico? And your anti-biotic?”
I then called her back intrigued. What was this talk of three Grapico and anti-biotics?
“Mom, you gave me 18 drinks!” I said laughing.
“Oh my!” mom said. “Your daddy would have killed me if he knew! I must have been out of it.”
“Yes, you were,” I said, smiling. “You were three sheets to the wind.”
“No wonder I have a headache!”
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked her.
“No,” she replied.
“It’s after midnight.”
“Oh dear!” she said. “Let me let you go back to sleep. I am so sorry.”
LOL! I love my mother, but she can be so scatterbrained sometimes!