“I just couldn’t make it dad,” I told my father on the phone this afternoon. “I sat down in the AA meeting hall and just panicked. I had driven 16 miles to get there and just then drove 16 miles to home. I couldn’t sit still. The thought of having to sit an hour sent me reeling! And all that material they read! Whew!”
“You just can’t do all of that,” dad said. “This ninety meetings in ninety days seems like too much. That long drive must make you nervous.”
“I am so disappointed, though,” I replied. “I hate they no longer have daily meetings in town.”
“How many meetings do they have in town?” dad asked.
“Three. On Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays.”
“You just go to those and forget the LaGrange meetings. Don’t be like your mother and bite off more than you can chew. You just go to the meetings in town and attend those online meetings you have been talking about.”
Dad then told me to come and get my medications. He was watching the USA vs. England World Cup Match on TV. Dad was pulling for England – always for the Queen. I took my medications and was able to come home and sit for a change. Sweet blissful sitting of the ass. None of that constant pacing of the floor. I wish I could get an I.V. drip of Klonopin. My life certainly would be different.