I can’t decide if I run out of time everyday to blog and answer e-mails like I should, or if I’m avoiding these things because I don’t want to face reality.
I think t’is the latter.
I have received wonderful suggestions on ways to improve my outlook, my physical shape and other things, yet I sit on my duff and just think about it. I’m floundering. I’m feeling like I’m out here all alone. The weight is creeping back up at an alarming rate. The doctor I want to go to, I can’t afford. I need a support group of people like me. I’d better go find one before I explode.
Fred isn’t feeling well tonight. He is having another one of his “spells”. We can’t figure out why. He’s been diligent in not eating msg. I don’t know what else to do for the boy. He turns a pasty gray and just wants to sleep. I don’t know if that’s good for him or not. The doctors say there is nothing wrong with him. If this is allergies to food, he’s got it bad. If it’s not, I wonder what it could be? I don’t like it when he’s sick. I get a scared feeling in my belly.
Oh, I wish the sun would shine for a whole week!