It’s All Uphill from having to call Poison Control

Today almost started with a call to Poison Central Control to determine how close to death my dad was.

Not quite fully functioning at 5:30 the morning, Papa Griff took a swig of Isopropyl Alcohol instead of his Pepto Bismal. The possibility of some kind of diaster and the fact that I would have to handle it myself sent a rush of adrenaline through me. This burst of energy early in the morning set the tone for the rest of my day.

I didn’t go back to sleep like Papa did (after making himself vomit and assuring me he was okay). Instead, I laid patiently in bed waiting for the sun to peak through and listening to the birds outside my window.

It was a good way to start a day that ended with THREE quotes:

IMG_12476.5.13
Zach Tremper, 
“Have you heard the new Miley Cyrus song?”
Me, “Oh my god.”
Zach Tremper, “She’s gone so far from Hannah Montana.”

AND

*driving back to Stone Canyon to get our leftovers*
Papa Griff, “Just run in and fucking get it.”

AND

 

Me, “You don’t make sense to me sometimes.”
Papa Griff, “I don’t make sense to people usually.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s