just an ordinary day
Today Aaron went to get blood drawn for various tests in South Austin. I drove him to the office in the morning before rush hour. He took some Xanax for his fear of needles and he was totally zoned out by the time we arrived. Did the blood draw with no problems. When Aaron got back in the car he was stumbling around and a few steps short of coherent.
I drove us back to North Austin as Aaron slept in the car. I stopped to get gas on the way home and was filling up when I heard Aaron's door open. "Whoa, whoa, Aaron, where do you think you're going?" I said as I halted him. He paused for a minute, and pointed at the convenience store. "...Ta..." "What?" "Hot Dog," he mumbled. "You want a hot dog?!" I was incredulous. "Really Aaron, we're about to be home, and you have to deal with cars in the parking lot this way. You should really stay in the car." "Hot Dog." He was committed so I walked him to the store.
Aaron had major difficulties getting the hot dog from the grill to the bun. I eventually had to take the bun from his hand to allow him the use of both hands for the tongs. That seemed to do the trick, and three minutes later, the dog made it to the bun.
Thinking I was out of the woods, I turned to the refrigerator where they had burritos and sandwiches to go. I picked up a burrito to study the merits of its ingredients.
Meanwhile, Aaron was attempting to put chili and cheese on his hot dog. This was not going well for him. I looked over and saw a stream of chili erupting from the chili machine and pooling on the tray below. This must have been happening for about 15 seconds already. Aaron's finger was on the chili dispenser button. "Aaron!!! What are you doing?!" "I can't find the nozzle," he explained, as the chili dripped down into the pan. "Aaron, stop pressing the button." "But I can't find the nozzle!" He was moving the bun around the machine forlornly until he finally met the chili mid stream.
Repeat with Cheese.
I drove us back to North Austin as Aaron slept in the car. I stopped to get gas on the way home and was filling up when I heard Aaron's door open. "Whoa, whoa, Aaron, where do you think you're going?" I said as I halted him. He paused for a minute, and pointed at the convenience store. "...Ta..." "What?" "Hot Dog," he mumbled. "You want a hot dog?!" I was incredulous. "Really Aaron, we're about to be home, and you have to deal with cars in the parking lot this way. You should really stay in the car." "Hot Dog." He was committed so I walked him to the store.
Aaron had major difficulties getting the hot dog from the grill to the bun. I eventually had to take the bun from his hand to allow him the use of both hands for the tongs. That seemed to do the trick, and three minutes later, the dog made it to the bun.
Thinking I was out of the woods, I turned to the refrigerator where they had burritos and sandwiches to go. I picked up a burrito to study the merits of its ingredients.
Meanwhile, Aaron was attempting to put chili and cheese on his hot dog. This was not going well for him. I looked over and saw a stream of chili erupting from the chili machine and pooling on the tray below. This must have been happening for about 15 seconds already. Aaron's finger was on the chili dispenser button. "Aaron!!! What are you doing?!" "I can't find the nozzle," he explained, as the chili dripped down into the pan. "Aaron, stop pressing the button." "But I can't find the nozzle!" He was moving the bun around the machine forlornly until he finally met the chili mid stream.
Repeat with Cheese.