sweetsalome | Baby did you forget to take your meds?

I feel compelled to write something here, like I should have something important to say except that I don't have anything to say. I talked to my mom yesterday, she's getting better, a little drained, a little out of it, but she's coming down off of a lot of stuff. The new doctor rattled off a list of medications that she was on that sounded like a pharmacists wet dream. She recognized me, when I saw her, she smiled and said that last time she had seen me I was just a little girl. I couldn't bear to tell her what had gone on in the last couple of years, I just said that it had been a long time, that things had happened and that dad was missing. She started to cry. No one likes to see their mother cry.

I don't feel good. Homecoming is at the end of October and I have no will to go, arg what's with all of this?!

Please excuse me, I am currently waging a violent war with diuretics in which I am currently losing. If anyone is willing to put me out of my misery I would be much obliged. I'm looking at you for some reason, Casey.