Dad called at eight. “Remember you’ve got your shot this morning,” he said. “I’ll see you at the store at nine.”
“Dad, I can’t make it,” I said sounding weak. “I’ve got the vapors.”
“Just WTF is the vapors?” he asked aggravated. “You’ve got to get your shot. I’m sending Tim to pick you up.”
“GOTCHA!!!!” I exclaimed. “I was just pulling your leg.”
Dad and I both laughed and laughed.
“You really had me going,” he said. “You are a card sometimes.”
I slept for nine hours last night. I’ve had insomnia for weeks just sleeping a few hours at a time. I look forward to feeling rested today. Maggie slept with me for the full nine hours as well. I guess she is in tune with me and my moods and was tired as well. She is usually up when I am up.
My breakfast this morning was stuffed cabbage with mashed potatoes. It was a Lean Cuisine meal and it was exceptionally good. Dad weighed me this morning and I weighed 178 pounds so I am gaining weight. Our goal is 185. Holding it at 185 is going to be hard though.
Mom dropped her purse over at the house yesterday when she was giving me my fast food supper. A bunch of stuff fell out including a prescription bottle. I picked up the prescription bottle before she could protest and it was just full of Xanax. Dad only allows mom 3 Xanax a night as she is like me and will abuse them.
“Where did you get these?” I asked. “You know dad would be livid.”
“I went to a different doctor and got another prescription for Xanax,” mom said. “My brother, Steve, fills them for me out at his pharmacy.”
I sighed, worried. “No wonder you’ve been sounding drunk in the mornings when I call.”
“I can’t sleep!!!” mom protested.
What do I do? Tell dad? Cause a ruckus? Or just keep quiet and let mom sleep. I am worried she will try to drive after taking many and get a DUI.