Contemplation

       Since finding out about my Fibro my dad has called every hour on the hour with the same question, "How are you feeling?"  My response, "Ehh."  His reply, "Did you take your medicine?" If my answer is no he grills me on why I am not for about three point two minutes.  If my answer is yes he goes off on this rampage on well maybe you need a second opinion.  My doctor is great; you should go see him.... blah blah blah.  My thoughts while he is talking to himself, "Your doctor is in Joliet, I am not going to drive two hours to go to the doctor." "Your doctor isn't even a rheumatologist." and "Why the hell do you keep trying to pan your doctor off on me? LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ARE STRESSING ME OUT MORE!"  If I don't answer the phone he calls nonstop about eight times, then calls my mother to see why I am not answering.  This is just too much. He was like this before knowing, but now it is unbearable. Can I have a moment of peace for contemplation?  To be continued...