Time is of the essence

Okay we are now coming upon Day 3 of being with my Dad. What an experience that has been. Yesterday he informed that he had to go into work for about an hour to finish up some things. Well... the only problem is that he is not allowed to ride in a car. I told him that but does he listen to me? Hell Naw! So we argue back and forth and I have to concede defeat. He will get into work with or without me. Now he said that he wanted to go into work at 4:30 so that he can get in and get out. He is so crazy it's scary. I get up at around 7:30am and I overhear him over the phone trying to make things happen so that he does not have to go into work. The reason being is because he has run out of pain medication and I know that can be a bitch. So now I am waiting to see what he is going to do. But I have the feeling I should go ahead and shower now and be prepared to run out of the house with him at any moment. Oh yeah one other thing. He told me to drop off his prescription yesterday and I forgot. When he asked me today I was in so much fear that I lied and said yes. So now I hope that he can do whatever he needs to do here and go and run and get his medication and no one will be the wiser. I hope to god there isn't a shortage on the medications that I need to refill.

I already know that I'm horrible.