Chomping at the Bit...

Morning arrived and I found myself up and excited to start another day.  I thought that was novel that I was actually excited about facing the day in front of me.  Rosa rolled over in the bed with Maggie by her side. 

"Sleepyheads," I said.

"You get up at ungodly hours," Rosa moaned, pulling the covers back over her.

Dad arrived last night bearing a pot of homemade vegetable beef soup, a pan of cornbread, and slices of buttery pound cake.

"I thought you would enjoy a treat, but it smells like you've already cooked."

"Thanks, Dad," I replied. "We will have it for lunch tomorrow."

Rosa feels uncomfortable around my father and grows antsy.  She thinks my father judges her harshly because of her past.  Actually, Dad is just glad I have someone and I told her this. 

We went through our normal medication ritual.  My meds are given to me and my father must watch me swallow them, checking my mouth to make sure they are down.  Then, he will give me my six Benadryl for the night.

"Now don't take all of them at once," he always tells me without fail.

I usually take two to sleep and save the rest for overnight.  I am learning I must be careful with the Benadryl though.  I like taking them far too much.  I like anything that makes me feel out of the ordinary.  Taking six is like popping a handful of Xanax or Valium.  It will even give you the munchies like those pills.