I just woke up. Fixing my coffee in a foggy haze wondering why it was so dark outside still. Rowan and Alex, her boyfriend, reminded me it is only Saturday night and I don’t need to be heading to the hospital just yet.
My father has been secured in the psychiatric ward in Springfield. He’s safe. He still has not gone to bed since I had him transported there at 4:30 A.M. on Thursday morning. Thursday right? I don’t even know anymore.
Joe is doped up on Hydrocodone and for the most part, he’s amazingly still “there”. Although he did tell me he wants to be a leprechaun at one point. This morning when the alarm went off at 4:00 screaming at me that it was time for another side dish of pain killers, he laid there in silence. Silence. I didn’t stir at first until he startled me with a loud “RAZZLE DAZZLE “. I couldn’t even chuckle, but I did so quietly in my mind.
The day is starting to come back to me now. I know that my father refused my visit. I know that the nurse told me on the phone that he won’t sleep. I know that I am feeling more at peace now than I was just a few days ago.
To quote my father during his mania, “am I being clear, am I being concise, do you see my comma in my sentence? Do you understand me? Do you know who I am? Do you want to know the truth? Back to the comma… Back to the comma, back to the comma…”
Dad never finished his sentence.
I am now off to grab 6 boys and let them have some fun. Because fun is what life should be about.
FUN- back to the comma, may peace be with you this evening wherever you are.