Monday, July 21, 2008


When I was three my mother was pregnant with my brother. I was an active child. She had problems keeping up with me while carrying a baby. She went to the doctor for help.

Back then when a pregnant woman needed energy her doctor prescribed amphetamines.

She sat on the bed one day and took her pills. I snatched the bottle and scuttled under my baby bed. It took a minute for my very pregnant mom to fish me out. She counted her pills. I had taken either one or two.

She called her doctor. He said, "Two won't hurt him. But he will be very active for two days."

Very active? She was taking speed to keep up with me, and I had upped the ante on her.

She sent me to grandma's for two days.

From all reports, I was "very active."

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