Badger texted me at 3:30 a.m.
She needed to talk about something important.
I wish she’d talk to me in person instead of texting in the middle of the night, but I’m glad she did.
I know part of it may be related to her autism, but I want her to feel she can always come to me.
Still, it makes me feel like I’m failing as a mother.
I’ve always tried to stay open, understanding, and available with all my children.
Cowboy went for his blood work.
If the numbers come back good, he won’t need a biopsy.
Once that’s out of the way, we can focus on the colonoscopy and whatever those results show.
This practice is terrible about putting results on their patient portal.
Last time, they had year-old results.
I had to have the family doctor send the current ones twice before they finally acknowledged them.
There was a big difference between the two sets, and how you handle Cowboy’s care depends on the current results.
He goes back in about two weeks, and I doubt we’ll see anything before then.
Honestly, nothing else.
It’s the same here every day.
Badger and I took a short walk around the block.
Luckily, we encountered no dogs.
Then we watched a movie on HBO called “Sinners.”
It was not a good movie, but it is one I’d encourage people to watch just once.
We had a rumble that shook the windows and made the cats stop and perk up their ears.
We’ve had rumbles of thunder off and on all evening, and since the town Facebook page didn’t light up, who knows what that was.
Loud is all I know.
I think I’m just going to head on to bed and hope I don’t have bloody nightmares about vampires.
I’ll probably watch another episode of “The Summer I Turned Pretty,” although it’s starting to stink a bit. The plot lines are predictable, used in every movie and book out there.
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