Well, we made it there and back -- Opelika that is. My father was very hyper and talking a mile a minute this morning throughout these procedures.
Dad was also thrilled when Dr. Edwards kept my medications to what I had been prescribed to for years. Dad gave me a high five as we walked out of the psychiatrist's office.
"Now, let's go get us some steak biscuits and a senior coffee for myself!" my father said very excitedly.
He still couldn't believe we got in and out of the doctor's office so quickly. We had set a new precedence. We usually have to wait an hour or more, but they called us back as soon as we sat down in the lobby for a change.
"You have beautiful ginger hair," I told the receptionist and she smiled shyly and blushed.
"Thank you!"
As always, the biscuits were tongue tantalizing. I had finished both my steak biscuits with mustard by the time we were passing Perlis truck stop on the way up the interstate -- about the halfway point to home.
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Friday, March 17, 2017
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Oh Dear...Houston We Have a Problem...
"I know you don't want to go, but it must be done," Johnny Otis then told me.
The furry little Magster was laying perfectly on the floor and looked thoroughly comfortable.
"Is she sleeping?" my father asked and then I laughed.
"She's got one eye open for good measure. She's not going to miss a beat."
I happily gulped my myriad of pills down this evening. Luckily, I only have to see Dr. Edwards every six months now that I am "stable", Whatever stable is these days.
Dad told me to deter and coach me that if I talk about last week's depression, then I will have to come back in two weeks and would also cause a change in my medications. Damned if I do and damned if I don't.
"I'll call you at ten in the morning to make sure you are up and we will get us both some steak biscuits afterward," my father furthered.
I could just float in a sea of Hardee's steak biscuits. Don't forget the mustard as well!
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