Friday, I had my semi-annual appointment with Dr. Harwood. I had only been taking half of my dose of wellbutrin for months. For some reason I had forgotten to take a second dose at night. I wonder if I had been affected. I have had a difficult time getting excited about many thing lately but I don't know if it is due to the lack of meds or just natural boredom. I started taking my meds at night like I should. We'll see if any more ambition arises over the next few weeks.
Susan and I had a lovely afternoon in Montgomery. We ate lunch at one of our favorite places...Mimi's Cafe. I am a junkie for their tomato and basil bisque. We brought home a quart of soup. I have eaten the entire quart with sourdough bread to wipe up every last drop. Susan replenished her wine supply at World Market. I bought some bird seed at PetSmart because I couldn't get sunflower seeds here in Andalusia. We then went to Kohl's so Susan could buy some new pants and tops for her new skinny body. I had to work hard hide my suffering from her. Nowhere to sit, I finally found a display platform on which to park my butt.
Our last stop was Earth Fare. It is sort of a whole foods supermarket. I lusted after all the octoberfest beers. My stupid gastroesophageal sphincter won't let me drink beer. The heartburn is too excruciating and HCl blockers haven't worked. We got Basil some cow bones he loves to chew the ends off as well as some liver soft dogfood. I bought some strawberry kefir which is a liquid yogurt I used to drink in California during my Mom's health food kick. I found an apple pie to take home. It was delicious.
The worst part of the 90 mile journey to the big city is the drive back home. The interstate was packed with people heading south for the weekend. We had bumper to bumper traffic a few miles outside of Fort Deposit. When we got to the reason, it was a guy with a TV camera on the side of the road with two cop cars flashing their lights. A mile or so beyond was a wrecked TV news truck on the back of a tow truck.
We slowed to a crawl between Greenville and Georgiana. A tractor-trailer had wrecked up ahead. We listened to some of my new Alan Parson's Project CD. Susan said it sounded like stoner music. We had had a scare on I85 on the way to the doctor's office. A mattress, box springs, and a headboard flew off the back of a trailer. Susan pulled off into the slow lane and stopped to help a man pick up the broken headboard. He had stepped out right in front of us. Susan went on and on talking about how paranoid she was of what had just happened. She said people have been killed hitting stuff that had fallen off the back of trucks and trailers. I told them of how we had lost our couch on the Garden Grove freeway.
I'm off to shower now. Susan is cleaning up Paul's house. She brought some of his furniture home yesterday and put it in the shop. It now smells like Paul. She is a good soul for helping him out. I am ashamed but what is new.
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