My Thoughts for the End of the Day…

Helen Friday…

 Helen’s meal was wonderful tonight.  We had fried white fish, hushpuppies, French fries, cole slaw, and a platter of sliced onions and dill pickles.  Mom and I both dug in as dad was carefully tread through his meal.  “I am going to have the worst heartburn tonight,” he said.  “You and your  mother just had to have this meal.”

Medications…

Dad gave me two extra Risperdal tonight  after our meal to take before bed.  I have already taken both and the constant car door shutting sound has gone away for the night much to my relief.  I will literally jump every time I hear it as it piques my social anxieties and I feel I will have to deal with company or strangers.  You would be surprised at how often a stranger will knock on my door in this upper lower class neighborhood.