Part 6 : Tripping...
When I get anxious or nervous, all the saliva leaves my mouth. I crave water. The day we left for the airport, I drank a lot of water. Even though Mum was still talking to non-existent people, and didn't really have a grip on what was happening, Kevin and I made the decision to get on the plane and just get it over with. What difference would another day make, and how much trouble can a 100 pound, 4'8" woman make? Sharing a bed again with her while she socialized with her imaginary friends didn't allow for much sleep. At 8 a.m. I gave up and got out of bed to make coffee. Mum got up as well and seemed fresh as a daisy. How? I have no idea. Luckily, I had packed everything the night before, so there was very little for me to actually do. I could be brain dead and it didn't really matter. Kevin took over. He hauled all the luggage into his car, buckled mum into the back seat, installed me in the passenger side and we headed for Tampa. As I looked in the side view mi...