Forthnights

After appointment adversity

Doctor’s appointment day, I rushed home from school after class. I didn’t sleep well the day before. Tossed and turn till very late before I somehow fell asleep. At home, my father was already at home, ready to bring us there. But my mother had locked herself, along with all her bags into my room. I knocked on the door and told her to open the door. She told me she didn’t want to be around my father. Since we were about to leave soon, I didn’t bother to lock the grill door. As I closed my room door to change, I heard the grill door being opened. I immediately rushed out to see my mother, bible in one hand and pen in the other walking quickly out of the house. I raced towards her and grabbed her arm. She shouted at me, asking me to let go of her while I repeatedly asked her to come into the house. After giving some resistance, she finally followed me in. Holding her arm and bringing her into the house, I could see our next door neighbours staring at us, obviously a little surprised.

I locked the grill door and started scolding her.

“I turn my back barely 2 minutes and you try to make a run for it. You are so cunning. I can’t trust you, and this is all the more reason why I won’t give you the key. ” I said.

“I was just going to check the mail box.” She said

“Then why didn’t you say so? And why did you speed up when I chased you?”

“Because I knew what you were thinking and since you think I was running, I did.”


I have dealt with my mother enough times to know her style. She WAS cunning and deceiving, careful not to reveal her intentions so that people can’t read her. I knew this was a cover. After all, she has hoodwinked me twice already, running away on both occasions. I wasn’t ready for a third time.

We left for the doctors office, and on the way, she was pretty much quite except a few angry rebukes here and there against all sorts of people. It seemed she had a bone to pick with everyone. At the office, I insisted that I talk to the doctor first before she came in. She was very upset with this, and was convinced that I would tell the doctor to admit her or give her an injection. I gave her assurance that I would do neither but would give him an honest account on what is happening these pass few weeks.

To make a long story short, the doctor eventually spoke to her and changed her prescription to a slightly higher dosage. She was very protective and aggressive her medication, and told the doctor to just give her the medication on alternate days. At this, the doctor told her “You don’t try to be the doctor.” She refused to hand me the bottle of medicine as well as her clinic card. I had to physically struggle with her for it and as a result, the clinic card was torn into two. She wasn’t happy that the doctor had given her more medication, and to her I was the primary cause. Since I had ‘talked bad

After picking up my girlfriend, we went home. On the way home, she told my girlfriend not to use the washing machine to wash her cloths, which proved to be the start of my problems. Arriving home, my mother refused to enter the house. After 5 minutes of deliberating in front of the house, she finally went in. Somewhere in between trying to ask her to come into the house, my girlfriend, already at boiling point at the time asked her if she was trying to run away. To that my mother said “This is our family matter, what it is to you?” Man, this day already felt too long.

Needless to say, my girlfriend was deeply hurt by this remark. Back in the room, we went into a big fight for about an hour or so. She said she couldn’t take it anymore. Being treated like an unwanted guest despite being around for such a long time. She said she too had grown up facing this sort of family crisis and she has had quite enough. I tried calming her down, trying not to be dragged into an endless argument. After about an hour of talking and trying to sooth her, she finally calmed down, but still maintained a coolness around my mother. I don’t think my mother even realized the significance of what she had said earlier. Or she was deliberate in doing it. By night time, I was exhausted. Physically due to the lack of sleep and emotionally, due to the fight as well trying to contain my mother.

She still argues with me about the key. I must say she is a tricky person. Last night, she asked me to take her for a walk. I was pleasantly surprised by this request. But remembering barely a few hours ago how she refused to enter the house, I made her promise she will come back home with me once the walk was over. At this she kept quite. She then offered to cook dinner the next day. She said give me they key and ill go buy groceries tomorrow so you don’t have to buy dinner tomorrow. “Can you assure me that if I give you the key you will still be around when I get back from school? And continue to be home for the next few days?” I asked her. She kept quite. She said it wasn’t wrong of her to want to go where she wanted to. It was a free world after all. She offered to go throw the rubbish, to buy supper, and all sorts of suggestions, all having something in common, giving her the key.

I knew what she was up to. I told her “I know what you are trying to do. I can see through you. You have runaway from me twice. Do you think I will let it happen for the third time so easily? You are cunning, deceiving and slippery. You are careful not to reveal you true intentions, always saying one thing and meaning something else. I do not trust you with the keys now. I know that you will go off the first chance you get. Do you dare to say I am wrong in my deduction?” She kept quite. Eventually she said to me “Hann, you are too direct.” I said I had to be since she had the habit of talking bad behind peoples back and always scheming something in her mind. She didn’t like what I was saying and went to her room.



I spent the whole of Tuesday monitoring her. My brother was worried that she would do something crazy, like cook the dog or something. Though this seemed unlikely, I did worry for that little canine a little. I started crushing her medication and giving it to her in drink form instead. She seemed to reach well to that.

According to the doctor, her symptoms were a result of not taking her medication for a long time, weeks perhaps. I have questioned her very seriously about it, but she insist that she has taken it. Maybe its my imagination playing tricks on me. But I though I was flashes of her slowly recovering a bit. She seems more eager to do the housework and is somewhat less cranky, though still cranky in the normal sense. I wonder if the week of continuous medication was finally taking effect, but I realize I mustn’t jump to conclusions until I see solid proof of this really happening.

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