The Hunter, Charlie, and Papa...

The phone rang several times this afternoon and I was hesitant to answer it. My father rarely if ever calls me from work.

"Hello?" I answered as I threw caution to the wind.

"Come and get your Cokes and smokes," Old Fuss and Feathers said. "I got off of work early."

I told my father I am having trouble with anxiety today and wouldn't be able to make it to the grocery store this afternoon as he intended. He said that was fine and he would get me up some good stuff from his pantry to eat.

"The guy that leases my timberland to go deer and turkey hunting is taking Charlie and me out to eat," my father said. "We are going to eat steaks at the Hunter's Pub at the Columbus crossroads."

The Hunter's Pub has one of the best porterhouse steaks I have ever eaten.

Dad was going to make Janice's beef stroganoff for supper, but the change of plans made him give me all the ingredients and he wrote down the recipe. I also got a fresh loaf of honey wheat bread and some cold cuts dad had in the fridge.

"That ought to get you by until tomorrow," my father told me. "We are going to have to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow, though."

Knocked My Feet Right Out From Under Me...

My injection didn't hit me until 2 PM and boy did it do a number on me. I felt flustered, the room began to spin, and my heart started to pound in my chest. I like to feel abnormal in a good way, but this was just too much to bear. Maggie and I laid down on the bed and it took two hours to pass -- the feeling of my injection that is. It has happened before, but never has it been this intense.