Pharmacology – Outside of the Institution

Don’t leave home without them. I’m talking about the drugs. You took your rolling papers to high
school in the hope of a high life. And a beer had that – ‘high life’ as slogan we all bought into. Imagine this for
minute; if you don’t take your drugs you get high. We worked all our young lives in search of a great high. And
what wasn’t told to us is that when you get old, if you don’t take your drugs you get high.
Ever seen Great-Uncle Bob talking to himself at the bus stop? Great-auntie Bess mixed the paprika and
the red chili up in the dinner recipe. And, oh how good that didn’t taste? How about that spacey, stoner look on
dads’ face after one beer and some pharmacology? Looks a little stoned doesn’t he? And he probably is.
Alternatively, is not, if he didn’t take his drugs.
We need to know for those day trips, just what is in those little cases of pills. Does the pharmacology
mixed with a little too much caffeine on that day trip with mom getting talking all together too, too much? Like
speed or amphetamines? What food interacts with the magic pills? Look them up, make a little mental list.
Only, because the parent isn’t going to be able to tell you, if they forgot or never knew.
Then there is always the, 'I forgot them at home', oh, no I didn’t, and they take more pharmacology. The
listless look, of an overdose begins to absorb them. However, you don’t notice. You believe it’s just old age,
when two hours ago, the parent was totally, and completely different in energy, vitality and alertness. On the
other hand, an overdose to be taken to the emergency room? Or wait, like a thick soup, just add more water.
Not working, add some more and get them back home to sleep it off. Oops!

Finances - Running Money

As if their money was a secret macro world of the utility bills, insurances and taxes that no one should ever know about. Then you have to figure it out.
What’s the big secret? It’s about privacy regarding privacy. If you may have one area under your total control, would you choose the arena of money? For yourself to keep so sacred, no one would know anything about your money.
Now it’s payback time, it’s the moms’ private area too. My friend Cammy’s mom has her realm. We know it’s made up of a few things. Pension, social security, and then there’s incoming rental property funds, the ex-boyfriend who some how suddenly had a new-used truck. The gifted money, before Cammy moved back to mom’s home town, that Cammy received annually at Christmas.
Once her mom got ill, Cammy became the sleuth of the private part of her mom’s life. Cammy looked, and stacked and confronted, and argued and toiled to let go of her inheritance now gone with her mom’s last lover. Then realized, Cammy screamed, “what was my mother being so ‘trippy’ about. There’s nothing new here. So she gave money away. It’s too late now, to get it back. And she’s fine. It’s all her, in her checkbook the monthly bills and incomes. What – why was she hostile about her money?”
Cammy paused to think about her own money. It’s her money, and again let me repeat it’s also - her money. The individuation of a buck allows each of us to keep it or run away, if we have any.