I realized at two in the morning that today is July 22nd. Mom’s birthday.
All month I’ve been fighting off thoughts of “I’ve got to go get mom a gift… wait, no, I don’t,” but I’ve been avoiding looking at the calendar. This morning snuck up on me when I wasn’t looking. It was not a good night.
I called the pharmacy today to refill one of my prescriptions, and their computer linked my phone number with mom’s prescriptions. The pharmacy tech greeted me with her name. I asked again that they correct their records. They’ll ignore me again, I’m sure.
Now I know why dad sounded like crap on the phone yesterday.
Fucking cigarettes.
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