BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 218
Hell, if I had a shot due at three in the morning, I‟d automatically awaken
anywhere from two fifty-five to three oh five and press the button. That would start the
waiting game, meaning I couldn‟t get stoned until three twenty to three thirty.
I was later able to see how unfair I was to Mom, too, as far as all my rehab
sessions. Of course, it was her job to get me there, to take care of me. She was my
Mom. However, I acted as if it was her job, not a duty of love, and that was wrong on
my end. Very wrong.
I had whirlpool baths, walking exercises, stretching exercises, all kinds of
goddamned exercises, and pain I can‟t even explain to you. Pain that would often leave
me in tears of pure frustration. The first ninety days were spent at home, in bed, with the
Meals On Wheels people bringing me something to eat every day. I smoked as many of
my old man‟s Raleigh cigarettes as I could steal, then very cleverly dumped the butts out
my window, into Mom‟s flower bed. How could they possibly have known I was
smoking in bed at home? I was sure that David thing told „em, and it pissed me off. I
never considered they might see that huge and growing pile in the ground, right outside
my window.
One of my “most wonderful” moments came a few days before my discharge. I
hit the call button for my three pm shot, and Mrs. Skehan, the utterly adorable, foxy head
nurse, was there in only a couple minutes. She even had a beaming smile on her face,
increasing her uncanny beauty.
I realized it would look bad, since I was a crippled teenager, I smoked, I was still
in a hospital bed, needed a haircut badly, and she was already married, but I was still
mentally composing a marriage request. That woman‟s beauty was purely astounding!
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