Destination Andrew…

<-------My backyard’s first daffodil of the season. It was my father’s Saturday to work.  With great hope, he will arrive to administer my medications around 2pm. After it soaks in for about an hour, I will get really really drowsy and will probably take a two to three hour nap. Mom finally answered the phone this morning after it rang numerous times.  I kindly asked for her to put my Helen to-go plates and my sodas on the back porch. She sounded three sheets to the wind. “Don’t forget my cigarettes as well,” I meekly told my mother as we were getting off the phone. I should’ve just driven over and let myself in. I know how to turn off my parent’s alarm, but I don’t know how to turn it back on.  Dad is also so worried I will get into some of the many bottles of wine in the basement – that it is too much of a temptation. “Not likely,” I want to tell him. I never liked wine anyway.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 1, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs