2007-06-26 - 10:12 a.m.
Nya sometimes says bizarre things when she gets up. At first I feared this was a sign of intoxication but then I realized that no, she just says some weird stuff. (Nya is doing okay now. It’s been real tough, but she’s a tough girl. I guess I’m a tough guy. She’s starting an outpatient rehab program today. Thanks very much to the many of you, both who I know personally and don’t, who’ve expressed concern and extended good wishes.)
The other day she half-awoke muttering about chocolate. I should mention that I have a rare allergy to chocolate. A chemical in it (theobromine) makes me hyperactive and very aggressive. Indeed, when I was little before they knew what was going on, they thought I might be psychotic because I’d randomly beat up my playmate after we’d just shared M&Ms. (Theobromine is also in cola. Coke or Pepsi? I can’t have either…)
“We need to get chocolate,” she said through a haze of sleep. “Can we get chocolate?”
Hmm. Guess I’ll play along.
“Okay.”
“Where’s the chocolate?”
“Uhm, I don’t know. Where’s the chocolate?”
“It’s on the ship.”
Ah.
© 2007 Geoff Gladstone
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