Double the Medication–Double the Fun…

Charlie arrived last night with a whopper and onion rings from Burger King.  Maggie performed her usual over-the-top grand fanfare for him. Charlie was in a very big hurry and his hands were fidgety.  Horsefly was sitting in the car and Horsefly was not in a good mood. This gets Charlie nervous. “Here, lets take your medication,” Charlie hurriedly said as we stood by my piano. “Dad already brought them today,” I told Charlie. Charlie looked a little confused. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Yeah, we took them around five,” I replied. “Dad came over after he went to the nursing home to see my great aunty.” Charlie quickly called dad on his cellphone and dad confirmed what I was saying. “You can leave the Benadryl, though,” I said with a sly grin. Charlie laughed and left it sitting on the top of the piano. I know I need to stop taking the Benadryl.  I am quite frankly addicted to the stuff. Six capsules makes me feel so calm and relaxed. Dad gives me six a night and mom keeps a bottle of it for when we go out to eat and to the movies. It chases the jitters away and makes me less nervous. If I don’t take it, then I get to feeling terrible withdrawal symptoms. Cheese and Loaf Bread… That’s all I had in the coffers to eat this morning.  Cheese and loaf bread.  I made cheese toast and brewed some coffee that was more sugar and milk than coffee. Good thing tonight is grocery night. For some reason, I am nervous about going to...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 24, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs