Broken Family

I was dreaming of summer on a dock. I was walking around listening to the waves gingerly crash against the underside of the wooden deck. There were tables and food, and cocktails. I could feel the mist of the water and smell the crisp afternoon heat. Everything was perfect...

until...

I was bothered when I heard some heavy breathing and grunting. (Not the fun kind, either). It took me a moment to realize this awkward noise was not coming from my blissful dream: full of serenity and calm, but rather in my house, the kitchen in particular, and it was seven am. (Yes, naturally on my day off.) The next phrase I heard was more disturbing than my initial thought of hearing my parents having sex..or worse, my dad masturbating. It was my mom saying, "well, do I need to call a doctor or EMT???"

I immediately reached over to de-blind myself and rammed my hand into my lamp. In my hasty attempt to jump out of bed and save my dying father's life at seven am, my mind failed me... I rearranged my room the day before and switched my Chinese paper floor lamp with my nightstand, and wrong-way-reached.

After gathering my senses and slapping on my binoculars, I ran to the kitchen where the uncomfortable noises were coming from. I was greeted by my Old Man dressed for work in what appeared to be a crumpled crooked alignment. I look at my mom, as if to suggest I was prepared and willing to preform surgery with my Swiss Army knife and a spork for what I once thought might be the death of my father. She half smiles and says, "Courtney, your father had somehow screwed up his back." The face of my father looked a bit twisted and drunk as he said, "Deb, AHH UHH take me UGG, fuck (which was whispered to suggest he might REALLY be in pain) to the bed, bed, to the bed WOO SHIT."

Around this time, I have been awake for approximately 2 and a half minutes and am just now realizing that my dad is not in fact crawling towards the bright light, however, having back issues. (Back issues that potentially could have let me sleep in a few more hours if they were a bit quieter).

A thing or two someone may not know is that I am in fact a morning person, and even though I was stricken awake with panic and fear, I also found myself to be awake enough for jokes and fun...Unfortunately for my crippled dad this meant making him flinch and watching him wither in pain. (Okay, it's not as bad as it sounds...mostly). About an hour later, I did take him to urgent care where they injected my poor scared-of-needles-and-shots father with 2 massive doses of pain killers and muscle relaxers. The ride home was a bit silly. He found it necessary to tell me that his body is immune "those types of drugs" (hmmm??) and laughed at all the cars. I on the other hand drove my fathers vehicle where the chair happens to be stuck and broken in his proximity from the wheel. The result: Courtney driving with my arms and legs extended almost to their fullest being that my father is close to 7 inches taller than me.

Bad news for the day: Had to wake early on day off, had to drive awkwardly in car, and got assaulted by a man at Walgreen's.
Good news for the day: Pops was not dying, developed pictures of Vegas, and picked up dad's Vicodin prescription!

Adios