A Very Busy Day…
Breakfast this morning was awesome. Mrs. Florene cooked scrambled eggs, sausage, cheese grits, and biscuits. I ate two plates despite my trepidations with my bulimia. I especially enjoyed Mrs. Florene’s creamy and rich grits. She cooked them to perfection.
“Baby?” Mrs. Florene asked me after our meal. “Will you take me to the grocery store?”
I sat in the car and smoked while Mrs. Florene shopped at the Piggly Wiggly. She said I reminded her of George doing the same thing.
Noon found me sitting in an AA meeting in Lagrange. Nothing notable happened except I shared. It was a once in a blue moon occurrence for me. I talked about wanting my parents to trust me more now that I am sober and going to AA.
“Your parents will trust you more with sobriety and time,” a very nice lady spoke up and told me after the meeting.
I can be so impatient, though. I want change, NOW! I want mom and dad to see that I am trying so very hard and I want them to embrace the change in me.
Mom brought my groceries around 3pm and she forgot the batteries for my camera. Off to Wal-Mart we went to get some things. Mom and dad needed a new toaster. Mom has been eating Poptarts for breakfast instead of getting Helen to cook. Go figure. I wanted rechargeable batteries and an HDTV antenna for my HDTV. Mom had a massive, and I mean massive, panic attack in Wal-Mart. We liked to have never gotten through checkout and home. She was shaking like a leaf in a gale. I worried so much about her and sat at the edge of her bed an hour tonight until she was feeling better. She took three aprazolam and that did the trick.
I can’t take a lot going on so I am very tired. Sometimes, I get a wild hair up my butt and want to go back to work, but days like today remind me why I don’t. I had a full plate and feel exhausted. Imagine doing this every day. It sends shivers down my spine. I am off to lay on the bed and finish Gone with the Wind for a few hours until dad arrives with my medications.