First off, I hurt.
Secondly, I kept being so mad because my hair was so dirty.
I must have some sort of early-illness psychosis. First I need to make a pie then I need to wash my hair.
But I tell you what- first thing I did when I got up was take a shower and wash my hair.
I had three goals today:
1. Wash hair.
2. Finish laundry.
3. Find crochet hook.
I managed all three things.
Hugely successful day.
For awhile, after I took some Ibuprofen I felt okay. Like I'm-not-dying okay. I crocheted and watched a movie. The movie wasn't very good.
Then I went back to bed and when I woke up I felt like shit again.
Okay. This is crazy. I was straightening up my bed to get it ready to get back in it when it occurred to me that it would be so sweet for August to send me one of the funny little emojis that he sometimes sends. Not very often. But sometimes.
I had a text.
It was a little bear and a heart that said "I love you." From August.
The thought had to have occurred to me just as he was picking it out.
Here's a picture of him that Jessie sent. He had to get blood drawn at a lab for allergy testing. He was very brave.
That's all I have to report. And don't worry. I am staying hydrated. And Maurice has been taking care of me. When she isn't spilling my blood.