Tuesday, November 10, 2020

5 Year Journal Day 172

      Today's prompt is "Write the first sentence of your autobiography." I already have! This blog is my autobiography. LOL

     It is now 6:20 a.m. here. Yesterday was an ok day, I guess. Caleb and I woke up early. He had 2 appointments in person yesterday morning. One was with his therapist, and the other was with his psychiatrist. We spent his therapy session catching up on all the drama with my health and the loss of not only Caleb's great grandfather, but his grandfather, and uncle too. NO, they did not all die. 

     His psychiatrist was not in the office for some reason, so we did not actually get to see her. After the appointment, we headed to Walmart to buy groceries. I received my EBT deposit yesterday, so I had money for food. 

     I had flowers sent to my Aunt Lisa.

     I chatted with "the cousins" in Brazil a few times during the day. 

     My body was sore and achy. The emotional rollercoaster causes a flare up. So, I ate dinner early and took my medications so I could go to bed early. 

     A veteran sister contacted me about another veteran sister's post on Facebook. She was asking for the suicide hotline. Long story short, I contacted the veteran sister who posted it, and chatted with her for a good long while to make sure she would not follow through, and knew she was loved by many. 

     I chatted with my facebook friend for a little while. We chat everyday now. She is a witch sister. We are both "new" to the craft and in the same classes. 

     Rachel never read my last text messages as it shows on my phone. I don't know what happened. Maybe I pissed her off with what I text. I might not ever know. 

     Donna asked me if I was going to change my emergency contacts again. I told her yes, and I need to update my will too. 

     My mom called me on Sunday night after seeing the post about my grandpa dying. 

     Today is the 1 year anniversary of my grandma de Mello's death.

     Today is my grandpa de Mello's service.

     Caleb and I are going to do a farewell ritual today together. I have some photos printed, and some candles, and incense handy. 

     Erick, my dad's cousin in Brazil went to my grandpa's viewing yesterday. He took photos and shared them with me. It breaks my heart to see my grandpa that way.  

     My mind is drawing blanks. I have to take my iron pill now.   

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