The Difference A Day Can Make…

Charlie swiftly came by with my medications late yesterday evening.  Within an hour I got to feeling better. I always disparage my medications, but they do work. I admit this reluctantly. Charlie and I walked back out to the car as Horsefly listened to the softly playing stereo of Charlie’s Chevrolet. I think Horsefly was enjoying some Beethoven. Charlie said he was on a classical kick. A few weeks ago, it was NPR. “Got you some chicken fingers,” he happily told me as he handed me the box. I smiled broadly. The Cavalry had truly arrived. “You don’t know how much this means to me,” I told him with a big bear hug. I didn’t tell him that I went out and bought enough breakfast food to feed a battalion of troops. Maggie was underfoot the whole time I scrambled some eggs and made cheese toast last night. Maggie and I got three scrambled eggs and two pieces of cheese toast each. That hot food sure made a difference on last night’s frigid and cold beginnings. The Secretary Makes House Calls… I was so very much blissfully sound asleep at 9 am when there was a loud and jarring knock on the door.  I was jostled into the land of the living. I was glad to see it was mom’s car out front and not some stranger’s. My heart had begun to pound in my chest in anticipation as I maddeningly scrambled to get on some pants. “Here’s some pliers,” mom told me in businesslike fashion. “Let’s get all of Maggie’s old rabies tags off her collar and this new ...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 25, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs