Let's just start with today.
It is 1:30p.m. I just got up from falling into darkness for the second time since last midnight, I had to sleep in the guest bed so that I could make sure daughter fell asleep instead of getting dressed and leaving. Her meds kicked in and she slept straigt through until just thirty minutes ago. At 2:00a.m. I had to turn the phones off because her out of control bi-polar friend in IL called. When I looked at 8:00am. at the caller ID log, I noted that she had called repeatedly all through the early hours of the dark before dawn. Mom got to sleep through the night and I made her breakfast before she went to her office. I took my meds for the biblical curse I am writhing under, made a couple of post to you my dear friends, and fell back into blackness that passes for sleep for me these day. I am now recovering from a headache from hell and I am having coffee. Business orders are coming and going through the new system and I may yet survive.
Meanwhile the daughter is making her brunch. It's a big pan of brownies from Betty Cracker (msw intended). She is now lolling on the couch with 19 year old, 5ft-2in ampleness spilling out of her tiny Tee and panties atire playing with her profoundly in heat cat from the road. It looks like a scene from Baby Doll. I expect Burl Ives to show up any moment. I asked if she had taken her meds. She said yes. I looked. She lied. As soon as she gets that nutritious pan of brownies downloaded, she will commence a sugar rush which will turn into a manic cycle of her bi-polar condition and I will be left with planning the evening's activities of being in one emergency room or another, or at the county mental health facility. That will be shortly after she has purged that pan of brownies into the porcelain thrown. Mom spent the day yesterday driving her to some pharmacological genius MD four hours away (two if I'm driving). They had a $250.00 session with the King of Pharma. The lab fees were $150. None of this is covered by the regular insurance. We will make a claim on the medical spending account. The gas was $125.00. The new 'scripts are $15.00 apiece for the co-pay. There are six. Lunch and goodies, I don't know.
That's my story. So, how's by youse?
Lantern "My Wick Needs Trimmin"* Bearer
*Delta Blues standard - May be Robert Johnson
Ameri's life has been one of pain, abandonment and loss. She was scarred from birth and she went through a period of dicey choices in her late teen years.