It seems just like it was yesterday when my daughter in NYC called screaming. I actually did not know who it was as I did not recognize her voice and had never heard that kind of anguish and fear in her voice. I did expect her to call me to say "Happy Birthday!"
The day is here again. Of course, there has been no mention of my birthday from Tommy. Nothing. Usually he sings "Happy Birthday" to me and does something for my birthday. After midnight I will ask him if he forgot. He will be devastated he forgot.
As usual, I slept little, only 3 hours and could sleep no more. I have deliberately not napped since I was expecting cleaner. Nope. She said she called both of us and got no response. If she does not leave a message, there is no way she called. But, she will come Friday. She is wary of the weather on Thursday.
At 7 pm, the weather this time of the year is still in 90s or high 80s. Right now, it is mid 70s, really mild.
The weatherman was not precise as to when rain would arrive today. I awoke at noon, dressed and was ready for the car. Then, I announced I wanted a Whopper, Jr. We both had one. Then, we drove to three stores, collected ads and came home.
I lost another pound.
I cannot believe I am 78. That is sooo old, sooo near 80-years-old.
Since I correctly told endo how Tommy's blood sugar was rising and falling precipitously, she changed how he takes insulin. His little Dexcom receiver rarely goes off. Plus, he was told to eat less cereal and milk, and more protein at breakfast. It is working. I am so happy to hear that.
I have a new specialist--electrophysiologist. So, one more person to see. But, I am grateful. It seems my heart is beating all sorts of strange ways even stops/pauses. I have been complaining things weren't right.
I suppose I do deserve another expensive necklace from Jared's.
Have you ever had anyone just ignore your birthday?
