My Poor Dear Charlie and Dear Horsefly...

On the way to Horsefly's matinee, Charlie pulled up in front of my house this afternoon and it was taking him a long time to come inside. Maggie was having a fit at the chance of seeing Beta dog. I walked out to his car to see what was going on. My first thoughts were that he was just talking on his cellphone as my father often does in these delays.

"Dammit to hell," Charlie said harshly. "Horsefly blew chunks all over the back of my car."

Charlie was trying to clean it up with fast food napkins he had in his car. I ran inside and got a bucket of hot water with just a dash of Fabuloso. I got several wash cloths and a towel as well and I also grabbed a clean t-shirt for Horsefly.

"He wanted a regular Sprite so bad and I let him have one," Charlie said. "I should've known this was going to happen. That's why I only let him drink Sprite Zero. He can't take all that sugar in those regular sodas."

We got it cleaned up with a little elbow grease and spit and polish. Charlie came inside and we took my medications. He had also brought me a Big Mac value meal which I devoured after he left before the fries could get too cold. The extra large Coca-Cola was just icing on the cake. All's well that ends well as the old saying goes.

Before Charlie left, I asked him what he does those hours while Horsefly watches his movie.

"I hit all the antique shops around town looking for bargains," Charlie said. "Angela's Antiques is my favorite shop."

The Chuck-Wagon Rolled into Town or Simply Bacon Beckons...

I started a pot of coffee this morning, but didn't drink a drop. I just like the smell of it mingled with the smell of frying bacon. It reminds me so much of my grandmother and the summers I would spend with her on her farm.

Maggie wasn't about to miss a chance at bacon and she was underfoot the whole time I was cooking. I also made a big pot of bubbly, buttery grits. I think those Spanish folks call it polenta.

I am anxiously awaiting news from my father and WOW! I just looked up my modem's specs on the web and it is DOCSIS 2.0 compliant. That means to obtain the internet speed I want, then they will have to upgrade my modem to the DOCSIS 3.0 standard. WOW! touts that they have award winning customer service. So far it has been lackluster for me. We got the ball rolling Wednesday and dad and I have yet to hear one peep out of them. The next step they will most likely take is making an appointment to swap out my cable modem.

Remember Helen?

Man, I miss these kinds of meals every Friday. Helen called my father recently wanting her job back, but my father says he doesn't need extra help anymore now that my mother has passed away.

"She'd just be under my feet all the time," my father told me.

That Darned Dog...

Maggie was doing the "I'm hungry" song and dance for me awhile ago. She can be quite insistent. 

"You've got plenty of dog food sweetheart," I told her as she crawled in between my legs as I sat at this computer. "You've got a bowl of venison and turkey in here and in the laundry room."

She really wanted my attention and she certainly didn't want dog food.

"Do you want a chicken pot pie?" I asked as I got up and headed to the kitchen with Maggie close behind me.

That's one of Maggie's favorite people foods and she knows those words well.

I cooked the pot pie for eight minutes and then I let it cool before giving it to the Magster. What does she do when I gave it to her? She drug it through the dog door and buried it. It was definitely a face palm moment for me. Now, she is still doing the "I'm hungry" song and dance, The possums and raccoons are going to have a feast tonight.

I Feel Like a Million and One Bucks this Morning...

Rebecca gave me my injection this morning and the feeling it imparted was almost immediate like an adrenaline rush.

"Woah, I got dizzy there," I told Rebecca as a sat down for a moment to gather myself.

"Are you going to be able to drive?" my nurse cautiously asked.

"I got my first full unbroken night's sleep in weeks last night as well," I told her happily. "This is just the icing on the cake."

I explained to her how my mental illness cycles. It seems the pendulum is swinging my way at the moment. I told her I also loved to feel extraordinary.

Dee Dee hollered War Eagle as I stepped into the reception area all buzzy headed to get my next appointment card. It seems I am always wearing something Auburn related when I arrive to get my injection. I told her War Eagle back to play along.

"Can you believe we beat the number one team in the nation?" Dee Dee asked.

"We didn't beat them," I replied. "We humiliated them."

Feeling more clear and level headed, I drove the short drive to the pharmacy to give my father the next appointment card. As usual, highway 29 was a quagmire of traffic.

"That didn't take but ten minutes," he said astonished.

He studied the next appointment card closely for a few moments to make sure I actually got my injection. I grabbed my two customary sodas and headed hone. I got some cherry Cokes this week and they were delicious.

A Feeling of Impending Doom...

"Why are you so nervous and fidgety?" dad asked me as we pulled out of my neighborhood for the short jaunt to WOW!.

"Something is going to go wrong," I told him. "Nothing's never easy when concerning these cable TV and internet providers."

"Well, hope for the best," dad told me turning his gaze back to the road.

"What can I help you with gentlemen?" the receptionist asked as we stepped into an empty lobby.

"Yes, I want to change my plan," I explained, "I want to get the 500 Mbps internet, drop my cable, and keep my phone."

The lady got on the computer and started to furiously type away.

"You can only have the 110 Mbps internet on your plan," she told me with a guarded smile.

"Well, let's change plans then," I told her sternly.

The lady said she had to talk to her supervisor and would call us back. Dad gave her his cellphone number.

"I'll work hard to get you what you want," she said and then my father and I left to drive home.

"I told you so," I said to my father as I climbed into his car. "I told you it wouldn't be easy."

Azaleas in November?

Yes, one of my azaleas decided to bloom suddenly and out of season.

Leave Me to Rest...

Imagine my relief last night when I had finally unloaded and squared away all my copious amounts of groceries and cleaning supplies. I thought I was going to have to wave off another grocery acquiring effort. I collapsed into my recliner and opened a delicious bottle of Fanta strawberry soda as a reward for a job well done and almost not accomplished. Maggie was conked out on the couch. She didn't even wake to greet me when I was unlocking the front door.

I am currently and impatiently waiting for my father to call and say it is time to drive out to the WOW! office. The day is growing short and it is beginning to worry me. Has he forgotten me? I wouldn't put it past him. He's probably watching that damnable Auburn football game for the sixth time. I have had such high hopes for the day.

Pacts With Mephistopheles?

My father just called me from work with encouraging and uplifting news. I desperately needed a good and heaping dosage of positivism.

"Your injection is this Thursday," he said. "That may be why you are struggling so. I've already filled the prescription and you are ready to go."

I'll gladly bare my bum for posterity's sake.

"Well, I am working to get myself together for tonight's grocery shopping foray," I replied to my father. "I've shaved and I've got clean clothes drying in the dryer."

"Good for you!" my father replied excitably.

We missed grocery shopping last night as I couldn't just get it together enough for us to go. That's two Mondays in a row.

"Now, we are going to the WOW! office tomorrow, but I want you to do something in turn for me," my father said. "I want you to get your house super clean by this weekend. Be thinking of the cleaning supplies you need to get at the grocery store tonight."

I said I would and my father encouraged me to make a list of the cleaning supplies I needed.

Lost in Our Little Lives...

I called my father early this morning around 7:30 am. I knew he had to be at work at 9 am so he would be up and getting ready -- most likely in his recliner eating breakfast. I've been up since 4 am. I was so worried I was going to run out of cigarettes today. I became fixated upon it.

"Why are you calling me so much?" he asked me tersely. "You are really off your rocker right now, aren't you?"

I was honest and told him I am having one of the worst spells with my mental illness in a long time. I'm a train wreck walking at the moment.

"I'm not mad at you," my father said. "I am just worried. What do you need?"

"Would you mind putting a pack of cigarettes on the back porch? Is that too much to ask?" I said. "I will drive over and get them once the day and my car has warmed up."

"I will put them out there," my father replied.

"You realize I am completely dependent upon you for everything?" I asked my father. "It is obvious I am going to have to come or call you if I need something."

I Love My Magster...

Our First Heavy Frost...

My grandfather always said we usually get our first "killing frost" around November 11th and he wasn't far off. We are just a few days late. 

You Make My Stormy Skies Beautiful...

I woke up with the funks as I call them -- others would call them the doldrums. I called my father and asked him if we could go out to the WOW! office and change my cable and internet. He will not call for some obstinate reason. It would take 30 minutes and that certainly would lift my spirits. I am chomping at the bit of the prospects of having 500 Mbps internet as I languish with 30 Mbps internet currently. This WOW! business has been going on for three weeks now and dad keeps stalling.

"Babe, I'm watching the Auburn/Georgia game on YouTube and haven't gotten dressed. I promise you we will go Wednesday," my father said.

Well, that sunk me to new lows for the day. Then, I thought of all the good things in my life. I evoked my Auschwitz Mantra as I often have to do. Hell, I even said the serenity prayer as well. Any person imprisoned in that concentration camp would trade places with me in a heartbeat. They would love to tackle my seemingly trifle problems. Life is just not fair sometimes and I have to come to terms with that.

Communing With Papa...

Maggie was sleeping on the couch when the phone rang. She immediately woke and ran into the computer room. It always tickles me when she does that.

"The call is not for you princess," I told her.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I've made you some barbecue sandwiches and I also made German potato salad. Come and get you a plate," my father told me.

I was out of the door before Maggie could miss me.

"War Eagle!" dad said as he greeted me at his backdoor.

Auburn beat #1 ranked Georgia last night.

"We are going to go ahead and take your medications while you are over here," my father told me.

You didn't hear a complaint out of me. This was turning out to be one fine afternoon despite the overcast conditions and the rain.

There's Beauty in the Breakdown...

I was going to have a serious nervous breakdown if I didn't sleep last night. Well, I managed to sleep one more hour last night giving me eight hours of sleep total. I feel as if I could rip the ears off a Gundar (Star Wars reference). I jumped out of the bed running about 4 am. I had a project to undertake this early morning. I was going to hook my home theater up to my computer to see what it sounded like. It was no small feat as my speakers weigh a ton and there are wires galore to hook up. I am here to tell you my computer has never sounded better. Right now, The Magic of Enya (in FLAC format) is playing over my speakers and it sounds marvelous.

He With Biscuit Travels...

Charlie will be along in just a few hours. He usually shows up around 9 am. Charlie asked me what I wanted for breakfast yesterday afternoon and I told him I wanted bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits and an orange juice. If the orange juice gives me heartburn as it usually does, then I am ready with a bottle of TUMs in the medicine cabinet.

HULK SMASH!!!

I usually back up my blog posts every week. If Blogger crashes or I hastily delete my blog, then I have all that I have written over the years.  I've been trying to incorporate all my writings starting in 2004 into this blog. Well, bloggers import content feature NEVER works. I keep trying and finally just emailed them and I hope they will email me back.

Yet Another Awesome Cavalry Arrival...

"I just know you wanted to go to the Auburn game, but you are stuck seeing about Horsefly and me," I told Charlie as he walked across my yard from the curb.

I hurried out to help him bring everything inside as Maggie barked from the grandstands. Maggie's like the greeter at Walmart.

"I don't think I have ever sat through a whole football game," Charlie said seriously.

"Andrew? And how are you?" Charlie asked as we took my medications.

"I am much better now that you are here," I told him with the utmost in honesty.

Charlie brought me a Zaxby's chicken finger dinner which was also what Horsefly had for lunch. He will have to eat KFC chicken strips once again down in Auburn after going to the cinema.

"How does Horsefly stay so slim?" I asked Charlie

"Bowling his ass off three nights a week," Charlie replied laughing. "He will be just soaking wet with sweat when he finishes. I always carry a clean towel when I leave the house."

"I Reckon I'll Kiss You Goodnight," Said the Frog to the Princess...

I think that frog is about to win the lottery and be turned into a prince!

I slept for most of the day yesterday and then went back to bed around midnight and slept until 3:30 am.  Will I ever get to sleeping normal again? At least, I am sleeping now. I couldn't sleep but for a few hours at time for awhile there. Sleep deprivation sure would be a good form of torture and I am sure it is employed by the military.

I am excited it is a football Saturday and that means Charlie is bringing medications on his way to take Horsefly to the cinema.  He called me last night after my father left and said he would be here around 2 pm. He always brings me lots of cold drinks and I appreciate it so very much. Super kudos of adulation goes to my friend Charlie! A Big Mac or two is just the icing on the cake.

Annoying Computer Problem of the Morning (solved)...

I kept hearing all these pops and hisses in my music. It was driving me crazy to say the least! My motherboard has on board high definition sound, but I am using a dedicated and discrete sound card. I reinstalled Windows 10 and I thought that solved the problem till it started back.  By some stroke of luck, I decided to go into the BIOS and turn off unneeded services. I turned off the on board sound, the wireless adapter, and the Bluetooth adapter. That solved the problem. Clean sound and pristine music from here on out.

Debit or Die Trying!

"Oh, by the way," I told my father sheepishly tonight as he handed me my medications, "I debited a lot of sandwich fixins at the Piggly Wiggly this afternoon."

"How much did you spend?" my father asked warily.

"I spent twenty dollars," I replied.

Not another word was said about it and here I thought we were going to get into one hell of a fuss.

The Piggly Wiggly branded "King" bread was some of the softest and freshest bread I've eaten in a long time. I also got some Kraft cheese singles and two packs of bologna that was on sale. The cheese was on sale as well so I got the last two packs.

Step Up! Step Down!

Mom used to have this little portable step for exercising. I brought it in the den to show my father what she would do with it. Then she would make me do it for 25 to 30 minutes because I was a little fat pudgy kid who needed to lose weight.  Dad laughed and laughed.

"Get back on it and show me how she did it again," dad said chocking back a another hearty laugh.

Maggie uses it to jump up on the computer room bed these days. My little furry daughter managed to learn this trick in record time. It was that or sleep on the chilly floor by the bed.

"What time is the ballgame tommorrow?" I then asked my father abruptly changing the subject.

"It starts at 3:30 pm our time," my father said.

"Is Charlie bringing me my medications?" I asked.

"Alright Martha," dad said laughing some more. "The devil is in the details and always was for you two."

"I'll talk to Charlie about it tonight," dad said as he was leaving. "He'll probably call me about it instead. He'll be worried about you."

One For the Record Books...

On a normal night, my father would harass me about going to the grocery store. We've put it off since last Monday. He was tired tonight after working all day. I wanted to ask him if we could go drive to get some Krystal's, but I couldn't get up the courage or moxie. I hate to impose like that -- like Tuleana and Rich would always do to me. I think it may be time to do and answer questions later and I mean use the debit card.

"We'll get back on track next Monday," I told my father to reassure and placate him. "I have one more gallon of milk."

We took my medications and my father wanted to see my computer room which I thoroughly cleaned late this afternoon. That kind of stuff gets him excited.

"Looks great in here," he said. "Now clean your bathroom or I am going to get in there and clean it myself."

We certainly wouldn't want that. My bodily fluids and solids are sacred ground. Would you want your elderly father rummaging around your bathroom with rubber gloves on and some Clorox spray? "Goddamn son, what have you been doing in here?"

Rain Dripping Off the Eaves...

It's rainy and overcast in the Southland today -- thoroughly deplorable. Really, really good sleeping weather. I have just got up and going and the first thing I did was turn on the heat. It was cold in here. Maggie was snuggled so close to me a minute ago that we about became one. Her bladder amazes me. I picked her up and put her in the bed around 9 pm last night and she has yet to get off the bed to go potty. This rain might have something to do with it. I bet she's about to burst.

I just crumbled up the last of the cornbread into the last of the corned beef hash from last night. You can say a lot about my father, but first and foremost, he is a most excellent cook. He reminds me of his mother who was a cook extraordinaire.

Mind the Hash...

"Go ahead and eat before your cornbread gets soggy," dad told me tonight after arriving for the medication ritual. .

He had brought two gallons of milk, homemade corned beef hash, cornbread, diet cokes, and medications. I felt like it was Christmas and told my father so. I was just going to crumble my cornbread into the hash anyways so his worries about my cornbread getting soggy were for naught.

"We are dropping a shit load of pills," alarmingly I told my father tonight. "I found three Klonopin, one Coreg, and a Depokote behind the couch cushions.

He told me we are going to have to be more careful from now on.

Sleep!!!

I finally got some sleep today. I haven't slept for days. I slept from noon to eight tonight. I feel so groggy right now. I joked with dad that I felt like I had taken a handful of Xanax. I could only wish as I would go back to bed if that were so. Maggie was actually the one who woke me up. She was tired of all this sleeping business and being lonely as I slumbered. Every time I would close my eyes again she would bark as she sat next to the bed watching me. I felt disgruntled as I got up for the day.

Planning Ahead...

I just called my father to tell him how good his hash was. He eats it up when I call him like that about his cooking. I also needed a small favor.

"Will you put and extra pack of cigarettes on the back porch?" I asked my father.

"It is going to get wet," dad replied.

"It has a waterproof cellophane coating you have to tear off," I then replied back.

He said he would put them out. I didn't want to wake him up late tonight just for that. I might not need them anyway I told him. Just playing it safe, you know?

Chapter Three: My Best Laid Plans Come to Fruition...

I called my father at 8:30 pm. He was driving up 29 on the way to my house. He said he was extremely glad to be off work.

"Ten hours is a long day," he rightfully told me.

"Now hear me out. Can you meet me at the Piggly Wiggly? We are going to have to hurry to get there before they close at 9 pm. I want a gallon of milk and a soda to take my medications with. We can take my medications sitting in your car."

Absolutely amazingly he went for it. I sat in my CR-V in the parking lot awaiting my father's arrival. Dad and I bought some milk and a Sunkist soda once he had arrived. I told him of my conundrum of having plenty of cereal, but zero milk. We took my medications sitting in his car. It worked out well as my parent's house is just up the street from the Piggly Wiggly so it wasn't out of dad's way.

"I've come to the conclusion you are right," my father said to me. "Your mental illness does come and go. You were a real rat's ass last night."

We hugged each other as we chuckled and then told each other goodnight.

"I am getting in my pajamas, pouring me a glass of fine vintage Merlot, and then it is TV time," my father told me.

Chapter Two: Dogs Will Be Dogs...

I've got all the windows opened up in this old house. It is 71° degrees outside which would usually feel chilly to me, but this night air feels nice and cool on my skin. The only mar on the night is that Maggie's got her panties in a twist over something. All the neighborhood dogs do as well. This just urges her on to even greater fits of barking. I am drowning her out aurally with a Norah Jones CD. It sounds nice I might add. It is her 2002 breakthrough album, Come Away With Me.

Soon, my father will be over here to give me my medications. He has worked all day. I am sure he will try to cajole me into going to the grocery store once again. The peer pressure will be in full force tonight. I still don't feel well and would like to just us drive to the Piggly Wiggly and get some milk. I still have a big bag and a half of Kroger frosted flakes left. I would also like a hamburger and a big ass Coke. All this seems like climbing an Everest or two to me at the moment, though. I will have to read my father's mood carefully tonight.

Chapter One: If You Believe They Put a Man on the Moon...

We never made it grocery shopping last night despite my father's almost overwhelming and overbearing urging. He was angry and pouting with me as we sat on the couch and I took my medications. There was also an uncomfortably long silence as we sat there. I turned on the television.

I just didn't feel well mentally and I held my ground. Mental illness always expresses itself in adverse behavior and this is something my father has never grasped. When someone is sick, you help them and don't berate them. Dad should have gone and gotten me something to eat and drink and it would have gone a long ways to making me feel better. At least, he did bring my six diet Cokes last night.

"You've got to be hungry," he said to me.

"Not so hungry as to join the fray tonight," I replied back.

I can't remember the last time I missed writing about my grocery store adventures. This leaves me eating dry cereal (all the food I have in my house) as I am out of milk and I don't feel like going out to get something to eat. To look on the bright side of things, at least I have something to eat.

Lonely Little Old Toad...

Lonely little old toad. I'd say that's me...

I was just sitting on the steps to the back-deck and it is just gorgeous outside -- 70° degrees and and a sky full of morning sunshine. Maggie loves to strut her stuff during these moments --- running fiercely at squirrels and birds alike. She is showing off for me and showing me what she can do. "You can count on me, Andrew," is probably what she would say if she could talk. Me? I'm too old and crotchety to be running at birds this early in the morning.

Maggie and I split the last two eggs in the carton and I made some pimento cheese toast in the oven this morning. The toast was marvelous and ah so cheesy and gooey. Maggie seems to ignore the jalapeno peppers that reside in this store bought cheese spread. "This stuff is spicy!" dad said the other day as he enjoyed it on Waverly crackers.

Werewolves of London...

I wonder if Warren Zevon was inspired by a full moon when he wrote that song.

It is a full moon and I could've sworn I just saw my neighbor streak past this window buck naked. hehe. I'd pay a few dollars to see that as she is kind of cute.

Dad says when it is a full moon that they can get some real crazies in the pharmacy -- pill counters, Lortab addicts, etc.

"John? You shorted me four Lortab!" is a scenario my father knows all too well.

"We counted them three times to make sure your prescription is correct," he would say with a smile and they do so just for this occasion..

Surely, if the moon can move vast oceans via the tides, it can effect the cranial and spinal fluid in our brains and bodies.

Sustenance...

Earlier, Charlie dropped by my KFC pot pie with two cookies this time. My father took the grand-kids to the local Japanese steakhouse so Charlie was flying solo. Dad had called me earlier in the afternoon to come and take my medications. That was really nice. This post is partially fueled by Klonopin and Coreg, and maybe a little risperidone as well.

Charlie had paint all over him again. He excitably told me that he was having new kitchen counters and cabinets installed tomorrow. Charlie lives for this kind of stuff. You should see Charlie's house that resides near my father's house. It is just jammed full of beautiful furniture and posh surroundings. It is kind of his showcase house.

Chomping at the Bit!

I am hoping my father will drive with me to the WOW! office to change my cable and internet. He will not call them on the phone for some crazy reason. The plan I want is $79.99 and that includes 500 Mbps internet and the "small" cable package. I am currently paying $160 bucks a month or so my father says. I honestly don't know what we are paying for as my internet is only 30 Mbps. It must be all the high definition channels I get that I do not watch.

Two Big Biscuits in My Belly...

It was so good to see Charlie pull up to the curb this morning. Maggie alerted me that Charlie was here and I hurried to open the front door.

"I have paint all over me this morning," Charlie said as I surveyed his clothing. "I couldn't sleep so I put myself to good use. Also, this time change shit is for the birds."

Charlie is feverishly trying to hurry along the move to his new house.

I told Charlie ecstatically how much Maggie and I enjoy our Sunday breakfasts. I was just ravishingly hungry this morning and I am tired of pimento cheese sandwiches (blasphemy!) and frosted flakes cereal. I bought too much of both.

"What do you want for your KFC supper tonight?" Charlie then asked me.

"The pot pie $5 dollar fill-up," I told him.

"And a chocolate chip cookie?" Charlie asked smiling.

"Yes, please! I like the cookies," I replied.

"You'll probably get your daddy's and mine as well," Charlie told me.

Charlie stepped inside for a moment to see Maggie until he said he had to leave before Horsefly's biscuit got cold. There's always a place for Beta dog in our extended family.

Charlie is My Keeper...

My father just called. He is headed to my sister's house in Alex City to watch the Auburn game that starts at noon. He sounded in much better spirits this morning. He was Mr. Cranky Pants last night.

"Now Martha! Charlie is bringing your medications before he takes Horsefly to the movies," dad told me with a laugh.

He knew I was going to ask and he headed me off at the pass.

"What time do you think?" I asked.

Dad sounded like he was talking inside a fishbowl. I think it is time for a new iPhone.

"I would say around 2 pm," he told me. "Now your mother would ask a question like that! How do I know what time Charlie is coming?"

Harrumph...

I am sure Charlie will call soon with an ETA and then ask me what I want for lunch as is his custom. If I just get a coke on ice, then I will be fine.

Digital Surround Sound Heaven....

I am busy scouring the web this morning looking for DTS and Dolby Digital encoded demo discs and audio discs. They are surprisingly hard to find. I did find Steely Dan's Two Against Nature and that thrilled me. It is downloading right now. I wonder what Cousin Dupree will sound like in digital surround?

I also just found Sting's Ten Summoner's Tales and that excited me as well. Hell, it doesn't take much to excite me these days. That album ranks as one of the top ones I have listened to many times.

We also have R.E.M. Automatic for the People coming down the pipe. R.E.M. announced they were disbanding several years ago and I remember it clearly -- a prominent band of my youth. The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight.

Hairstyles By Charlie...

Charlie stopped by last night and gave me a really good haircut. He's been cutting Horsefly's hair for over forty years and has mastered this craft.

"I just got finished cutting Horsefly's hair so I thought I would come over and do you next," Charlie told me.

I thanked him graciously as he lay an old sheet on my kitchen floor to catch any errant hair. I needed a haircut badly and my hair has grown to be unruly. I've been hiding it under all the assorted baseball caps I own.

"Your father is on the way with your medications," Charlie told me as he snipped away. "He should be here any minute."

Charlie uses some of those Wahl hair clippers to trim my hair and finishes with some barber's shears on the delicate parts. Afterward, he shampooed my hair in the sink under some wonderfully warm water. When Charlie does this, I consider it so luxurious as it feels so good as he massages the shampoo into my hair.

Dad showed up at nine and was in a terribly foul mood. He's had to go to a seminar this week and has also had to work all week as well. He snapped at me a few times and I snapped back in defense holding my own.

"I am at my wits end tonight," he told me as he handed me my medications. "I just want to go be with my pussy and go to bed."

I didn't dare tell him my air conditioning has quit working tonight for fears of pushing him over the edge. I will just call tomorrow and make arrangements to get it fixed. 

Notes From the Medication Chronicles: Glory Be! Heavens to Betsy!

Well, look who came pulling up in front of my house as I sat at this computer. Maggie went nuts in the den and I sure knew it was Charlie then. The beta dog had returned home to great fanfare.

"Your Jewish friend has brought you a jumbo-sized coke at a minimal cost," Charlie said laughing as he walked across the yard.

The ex-large Cokes at McDonald's are only $1 dollar. This rivals any other fast food joint in the bunch.

Charlie gave me my medications and then had a moment of intimacy with Maggie on the couch. Maggie ate up every bit of this attention. I wonder if this is Maggie's version of heaven?

"Let me get your trash up and then I am taking Horsefly bowling," Charlie said. "He is sitting in the car and ready to go. Then we will eat our chicken tenders from KFC."

Charlie managed to wrangle up two big bags of trash and was soon headed out the door.

"Does Maggie have food and water?" Charlie asked as he was standing at my front door.

"She's got plenty," I replied. "Don't you worry. Maggie could live off of love."

"Love you," Charlie said.

"I love you, too, fella!" I told him.

And just like that, Charlie was gone. He walked across my front lawn and was soon on his way to take Horsefly bowling,

For My Friend Summer: This is Not Funny...

Summer, I am so sorry I posted that rheumatoid arthritis joke. It was in bad taste. I meant no harm and was mainly demonstrating the idiocy of those gangs and their gang signs.

Full Bore Throttle...

I once again find myself awake well after 4 am. I have to get up at eight to get ready for my injection so I will just stay up the rest of the night and tough it out. I am sure I will be ready to get in the bed after all that injection business is over. Oh, the life of a schizoaffective person with nocturnal tendencies.

One thing it does help with immensely is that I am up and about when my medications are at their most effective. Afternoons have me dragging my feet medication and mental illness wise. Dad has also been so accommodating about taking medications in the afternoons when he isn't at work. He used to would frown upon us doing this. It has been very nice and I have been keen on telling him so. It also saves him from having to drive over here after dark and this will be very useful come winter and the cold.

The Tumble of All Tumbles...

I leaned back in my computer chair tonight as I often do and just completely busted my ass as I fell to the floor. The chair had given way. Speakers went flying. Wires were yanked out of their sockets. My computer immediately died.  Maggie started to bark at the loud noises my tumble made. All I could think was that I hoped my computer was okay. I feared the plug getting torn from the socket of my surround speakers had ruined the sound card and subsequently the motherboard of the computer.

Maggie, bless her dear little affectionate soul, came into the computer room seeing me needing aid and she lay next to me until I felt I could get up and fix this mess I made for myself. I lay on the floor for about 10 minutes. I like to say that about the affectuousness of Maggie, but she could've just thought it was nap time.

It almost unplugged my computer in my tumble so I put the plug back in and it whirred to life. I sighed with relief. Somehow, I don't think I could wrangle a new computer out of my father. I would have to use one of my other two computers. I also sighed thankfully that my expensive Sound Blaster Z sound card was fine and working.

Shall We Partake of the Crazy Med?

"You know your injection is in the morning," my father told me handing me the shot already filled and ready to go. "I have a pharmacy seminar I have to attend down in Auburn so I am trusting you to take care of business."

"Don't worry. I won't let you down," I replied. "I will be at Kamath Medical at nine."

"Just give me the next appointment card tomorrow night," my father told me.

As my father was handing me my medication, a pill dropped to the floor. I got out my flashlight and got on the floor to find it. It was an errant risperidone tablet.

Moments later, Dad was holding my hand and caressing it. I was a nice moment of affection on his part.

"They would say we are incestuous on Facebook," dad said chuckling.

Old School Blog Template...

Quite frankly, the other "click to read" templates were getting on my nerves as well. I put up that poll and the majority of voters hated it also. That urged me the most to change it. These new blog templates are pretty, but just not that functional -- nice if you like looking at photos, but not so cool if you just want to read a blog post.

I've always liked this template. I especially like the two side columns. I will use it for awhile and we will see how it goes. Feel free to express your thoughts as well. I'm no stranger to criticism as far as blogging goes. I have to keep in mind that I can't please everybody and everyone.