Today was an odd day. Jerry has a low blood sugar incident. Like no other one. After he was back up to normal he was exhausted and napped most of the day. He did rude with me to CVS and Jersey Mike's to pick up RXs and lunch. I'm proud of myself, I went into the restaurant all alone to pick up our order. Not one but of anxiety. Okay, maybe after I did it... But still, I did it. I need to keep some things on hand for those emergency low sugar episodes, I'm grateful for my "take over, get him better" more. I haven't seen that side of me in awhile. I grateful he is okay now too.
I get that I'm a fundamental kind of person. I ask the usual question when you get home. How was your day? What did you get for lunch? Anything new? ...and of course, you give me your run-of-the-mill answers. Fine, blah blah blah... But then a day later you send me a picture of something that you bought while you were at a store and expect me not to start "narrating possible situations" because you don't write anything with that picture. I'm just supposed to know. This is why I feel confused and left out of your world. Because you don't share those little details that I would love to get. I know....basic girl crap....you know what? It's basic because that is how it should be ...basic information sharing.
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