I had called my father to remind him to bring my daily sodas when he brings my medications tonight.
“Is it that noticeable?” I asked feeling consternated and aggravated.
“You can see it in your clothes and how disheveled and unkempt you look,” my father replied.
“Well, honestly dad, the only time I feel well is a few hours after my medications these past few days,” I told him. “I’ve been hanging on to my sanity by a thread lately. I feel so like shit that I’ve hardly eaten all week. I still have tons of food from last Monday. I even have sweet tea left and that is saying something.”
“Get yourself cleaned up and Charlie and I will be there soon,” he told me. “We should be over there about 7 to 8pm.”
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