My Easter Sunday
This is the first time today I have gotten to writing in my diary for the first time today. It got to after 11 PM last night, playing games on my phone, so I did not write anything more about my day for my Easter after Jackie left at 12:30 PM for the day not to return until tomorrow. I had my weekend to myself after 10:30 AM Saturday and the rest of the day yesterday after 12:30 PM. I did not have an Easter dinner of ham and potatoes because I don’t eat any pork because it is not a clean meet according to the Bible after the Old Testament. Some Seventh Day Adventist do eat the clean meats chicken, fish, beef, nuts, and such. Although pigs have hooves, they are not a cow’s hoof. They are not splint hooves. A moment ago, I forgot how to spell hooves — a moment of a brain fart, and I was spelling it holve or holves for some reason. When I was learning how to sound words out as a child before my double digits came about, my grandpa had me sound the word hypothesis and I pronounced it hypot thesis and not hypo thesis. Grandpa said I did a great job and remembered the word ever since I learned the pronunciation of the science word. I became ecstatic about it. I even forgot how to spell ecstatic and spelling it without the first C was how I pronounced it and Word corrected for me. When I spelling hoof and hooves wrong, it would correct the word holes and I had to take three tries to write hooves or hoof, lol!
For Easter, I watched The Resident when Jackie came over until 12:30 PM, I had fish sticks and chicken nuggets for lunch. Jellybeans and little butterfly cakes by Little Debbie. I did not go anywhere for Easter. I was not even asked to join in Easter festivities by friends or family. I did feel sad about it. Now the month of April is at play and March has left us until next spring.
Dialysis Update
For dialysis, I got on a little early and off a little early. Those days I look forward to getting home a little sooner—sometimes. Last week, a couple of days I waited for my ride longer than usual, but I got home—wasn’t thrilled, though.
I saw Dr. Anjum at a time unusual after 12:30 PM—1:30 PM today. Usually, I see him on Mondays a few minutes before I am going to be unhooked from the machine. It was a treat to see Dr. A early today. Dr. Anjum and Dr. Shaikh make their clinic rounds with their patients on Monday and Tuesday. They see patients 4x when there is a 5th Monday in the month. No doctor visit on the 5th Monday. Insurance doesn’t allow it. You know, government allows so much use.
Donna
I looked at my text between me and Donna, and I did not see her seeing the text I wrote—my feelings, and then she never responded. I text her again and yet no response, and her not responding had put me in a state of mind of sadness and tears that make me feel I did something wrong. She did not call me when I asked her to call me back. Is Donna mad at me? I am at a loss. I am stressed and crying a lot about it this evening. Dang it, I have an appointment tomorrow with my counselor Deb Johnson at 10 AM tomorrow.
