Dad Memory

It’s been too long since I wrote here! Keeping a blog is a habit, and it’s easy to fall out of. I’ve had a few infusions for my migraines, and had an appointment with the UW Headache Clinic, those neurology folks are really fantastic. We’re trying a new strength of medicine, and if that doesn’t help, we’ll add a new one. I’m also going to have an EEG. Hopefully we’ll get to the bottom of it. I’ve had headaches since I became an adult, but they stated getting really bad after I went through menopause, in 2015. I’m very glad I was referred to the clinic.

The writing prompt page said I should write about a camping story, and I have plenty of those, but for some reason it brought another story to my mind.

Some time when I was quite young my Mom, Dad, brother and I were staying with my Grandma and Grandpa down in Fredericktown, Missouri. I know it had to be mid summer there at this particular visit, it got SO hot and sticky all the time. Anyhow, it was the middle of the night and I was grousing (as was my wont) about mosquito bites. Mom poked my dad and told him to put some calamine on my bites, so that I would cut out the griping and go to sleep. It was dark! He stumbled out of bed and grabbed the bottle. He (I’m sure tenderly) applied the sticky pink stuff to all my bites, and went back to bed. It worked: I went to sleep.

The next morning we woke up to find that he had indeed applied sticky pink stuff to me… Pepto Bismol! Oh, well, it worked, anyhow.