I hang up, wait a couple minutes, and try again.
No answer. I can feel my chest getting tighter.
My anxiety is flaring up.
I try to calm down.
I get a message from my husband. I tell him what is going on. He asks me to keep him updated. He is trying to calm me through instant messenger.
God Bless him.
I get a voicemail.
My phone never rang.
It’s my mom.
My dad’s meds haven’t come and she says he has had a bad night.
His withdrawal is worsening.
Yesterday he even had some tremors from the withdrawal.
We hung up so dad can call the VA Pharmacy.
They say it is on the truck, but the UPS truck didn’t stop.
I am over hundreds of miles away and can’t help. I can’t help take care of my disabled mom or my disabled dad, who is taking care of my mom! I am powerless.”