Chapter 1 #4
However, Blake loved her job and all the things that went with it. She just hated dealing with her sister on top of everything else. Like her money and home. Her depression and her doctors. Robin saw more doctors in a week than she did in a year.
There were doctors for her depression, her allergies, as well as her weight.
Robin was heavy, and the way that she ate was the reason why, but she said that it was her medications and was forever having them changed around to suit whatever problem she was having that week.
She looked down at her own trim body and knew that it had to do with her not eating well, and nothing to do with her medications.
Blake set to work on the file in front of her and gave up on trying to figure out her older sister.
By five, she was ready to go home. She’d walked to work this morning and was glad that the weather had held so she’d not get wet on the way home.
There were several messages for her from the switchboard, but taking them home to answer seemed a great deal better than having to stay after work to answer them.
Robin had called her sixteen times since lunch.
While walking home, she called Robin. She sounded all right enough, but when she figured out it was her, she went into a meltdown that would make a two-year-old jealous.
Waiting for her to stop and take a breath, she unlocked her door and stepped into her house just as she was saying what had set her off today.
“He just dropped me like I was nothing to him.” She didn’t know who that could have been who was brave enough to drop her sister, but she was happy for them. “He told me that I was too needy and that I needed to get out more. I go out every day, and that doesn’t count?”
“You go to doctors’ appointments. That’s not getting out.” Another wailing cry, and she rolled her eyes. “He means for you to go shopping and have a good time. Take a cruise. Meet people other than doctors or me.”
“He just dropped me like I wasn’t paying him a great deal of money to see me.
” She asked who it was that had done it.
“Doctor Winder. He called me needy, and that seeing him several times a week was making both of us not see reason. See reason? What does that mean? I see him so that I can see reason just fine.”
“He did tell you that you didn’t need to see him so often.
How many times did he suggest you see him, not how many times you did see him?
” She said once a month. “Robin, that’s about a hundred more times a month than he wanted to see you.
You should be glad that you’re down to once a month. It means that you’re progressing.”
“I am not progressing. I’ll say when I’m progressing.
I’m depressed, damn it, and I want him to know that.
” She was sure that he did, but said nothing.
There was no talking to Robin when she was in this kind of mood.
“He even had the nerve to tell me that he couldn’t recommend anyone else to see me because of my neediness.
What sort of person isn’t needy when they’re depressed? ”
“I don’t know, Robin. But he is a doctor, and you’re not.” That didn’t go over well either, but she’d had enough. “I have to go. You call me back when you get things figured out. I have things to do, and I’m not getting them done helping you.”
“I need more help than you’re giving me, too.” She told her that she was sorry, but she had things to do. Being firm enough sometimes helped with Robin, but then she’d pay for it later. “I want you to come and live with me. That will solve all my problems.”
“I can’t live with you, Robin. I’ve told you this before.
It’s not healthy for us to be living under the same roof.
” She asked her why not. “Because I can’t be there for you all the time and still have time for myself.
I’ve told you this before. I have to work, and I have to have me time. You should try it sometimes.”
“I’m going to have to get me another doctor.
That’s going to take me time, too. I guess you’re right.
We’d be bad for each other with you having your little bit of depression.
I have told you before that I’m taking the strongest medication there is for mine, didn’t I?
” She told her that she had. “All right. I’ll talk to you later.
It’s going to take me forever to get someone that I like and that can deal with me.
I’m so depressed that I think I’ll go and take a nap. That usually makes me feel better.”
“You do that.” She hung up the phone like there was no reason for the call to go on, and Blake sat down on her couch.
Picking up the pillow next to her, she screamed into it as loudly as she could.
Putting it back, she did feel better, but not as great as she might with the chocolate cake and shake.
Getting up, she was going to the store to get herself something chocolate right now.
She didn’t care if it had big roses on it, too.
She wanted some cake and was going to go and get it.