Sunday, I wake up. I flip on my clock. 8:07. I swear under my breath. I hadn't fallen asleep until close to 1 AM because of HER and HER friends. Now THEY had woken me up. Wasn't the saying, "Let sleeping dogs lie?" Growling, I flip on the TV and change between cartoons and music videos for an hour before Mom comes in to get me up. I go to the bathroom, dress, and take the dog for a walk. When I get home, I wait for THEM to leave before I get a couple bowls of spaghetti and a glass of punch. No protein value, no iron value, and I refused to take my pills.
Back in my room later, I watch more TV. I feel my neck start to cramp like it does whenever I lay down without sleeping. I ignore it and focus on the screen until I start to feel nauseous. I'm hungry, but I don't want to get food when SHE is in the kitchen, apparently in a bad mood. Again, I go back to watching TV.
Finally, when I can stand it no longer, and when I run out of shows, I turn the TV off, and push myself up. I slowly make my way into my Mom's room and swallow my pride long enough to say, "I don't feel good." After she massages my neck, I sit in a corner trying to keep my neck straight as she offers me every type of painkiller and food in her room. I force down 2 Tylenol Time Release and some water. I start feeling like I'm going to hurl, so Mom hands me the trash can. I hope not to puke, though I would feel better. Vomit is the one bodily fluid I can't stand. I am able to get it away from the back of my throat successfully and go back to my corner. After a while I take Tums, which causes Dixie to appear from under the bed. I laugh at my dog and her addiction to the "candy." I try to eat some macaroni, but it only brings the stomach contents back around. Mom suggests nuts, and I nod. Pulling out some cashews, they instantly help me feel better.
I am able to lay on her bed and watch crime shows until I fall asleep. When I wake up, I feel refreshed. I hear rain hitting the metal roof. I take Dixie for another walk when it stops. I smile at the world as it has renewed itself while I slept. When I get back to the house, Dixie was not doing as I asked, so I got mad. So, nothing can help with my temper, but I still feel better than I've felt in months. She eats, and Mom and I go to McDonald's and I order 2 burgers and a small fry. We stop at Hometown for Mom, then Burger King for Coke. Finally, we get groceries and restock on candy. It's always useful to have a supply of THAT in the house, just in case this happens again. Back at home, SHE nags about bringing in groceries, heaven forbid we eat and take up space in HER fridge. SHE also informs us she might be "selling the trailer." Something she's said before, but we're all feeling a bit hostile lately, so Mom and I will start looking. If you know of a place that's about $650, and not a roach nest, please let me know.
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