I slept in until just before 6:00. Weirdly, I didn’t think I was asleep at all. I thought I was daydreaming. But there’s no way I was daydreaming for 2 1/2 hours…is there?
Desmond is sick, now. Poor thing, crying. He gets super emotional when he’s not feeling well. And when he cries, it’s hard for me not to. It just breaks my heart.
I’m sad when Aislyn cries, too, but she’s still little, so she cries frequently, and for some reason, I’m able to handle it better. I can give her hugs and kisses, and speak soothingly to her, and that usually does the trick.
With Desmond, I kind of fall apart inside. It has to be because he’s my firstborn, and my son. There’s that mother-son bond thing. I think, too, Desmond and I are similar in a lot of ways, and maybe I identify and empathize too deeply with him.
Anyway, he is blanketed on the couch, now, watching BFDI, and seems to be doing slightly better with the ibuprofen.
I’ve got to go to Walmart later and get another splint. I like the one on my left hand, and just want to get that same one for the right.
The one I have on my right at the moment is from the OT and costs $48 on the website, but I kind of hate it. It doesn’t stay fastened. Even with added Velcro. I’ve been wearing it for months, despite this. But it’s time to make it a little easier on myself.
And those, my friends, are two of the most boring paragraphs I’ve ever written. But I’m leaving them in. You are welcome.
I’m still mad about my EMG.
I’m meeting a friend of mine for coffee today. Different from the last one. I have many friends, I’m really very popular.
You can tell I’m kidding, right? Just checking.
No, seriously. Sometimes I think people really don’t know. I jokingly got after Other E. yesterday for stealing my orange boxes and I couldn’t tell if he was joking back or a bit defensive.
I don’t give a sh— if you take “my” boxes; they’re not even really mine to hoard from people. I was just trying to be silly.
If I’m smiling ear-to-ear, I am probably messing around.
Of course, I might not be smiling as much as I think I am. Maybe that’s the problem.
Anyway, I haven’t seen my friend in almost a year. I wanted to talk to her about coming to the Hutch. It might be a good change for her. She’d have to be on first shift, though, I think. I don’t know how badly they need people on first.
I’ve got another pair of 14s that fit. They’re just too long, need hemming.
Most 14s still don’t, if I’m being totally honest, but at the end of August, I was in a 22.
So, on one hand, I’ve lost only about 10 pounds, give or take. On the other hand, I’ve gone down…3 1/2 sizes, which is pretty good. Exceptionally good for only 10 pounds.
Desmond already seems to be doing much better with the Motrin. He’s up and chatting. I’m glad. I hate it when the kids are sick. You feel so bad, there’s only so much you can do for them. I remember when I was little and got sick, my mother felt sad for me, too.