Don’t make me do it …
Dad shares something in common with Craig and that is an overly cautious fear of pushing ‘the button.’ Dad’s been on a morphine pump since coming out of surgery, and though he’s allowed to push ‘the button’ every fifteen minutes, he does so with trepidation as if somewhere beyond the sturdy walls of Stillwater Medical Center awaits a trembling Bugs and a truck load of TNT. Craig was the same way. Though he had free reign to hit the morphine pump for an extra bolus, he’d wait until the last possible moment – when the pain was at its peak — and would push it only after he had sufficiently broadcasted his intention to everyone who’d listen. When he did hit the button, he held on as if pressing it for longer than five seconds would somehow seal the deal.
Word from Stillwater is that Dad is also detonating his morphine — Craig and Dad were always the most similar. Like Craig, Dad tends to alert Diane before pulling the trigger. “Okay, I’m going to do it, I’m going to hit the button, should I hit the button, I’m going to hit the button.” Cablamy. Explosions. Chaos. As Diane says, you’d think he was bombing Russia. If only Mom were here, she’d grab it from his hands and do it herself.
Aw, the parallels. It’s comforting to know that knowledge wasn’t the only thing Dad passed down to Craig. They both have a healthy fear of narcotics — or buttons. – J
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