People I saw at a wonderful wedding last week would say that they can't believe that I am the same person who writes the blogs. I write about feeling like crap, and it isn't congruous to the Sarah in front of them, looking happy and healthy. I don't show it externally, I hardly ever do. If you live with me though, or come over at a time I am feeling sick, you'd get it. Robert certainly has had his share of Sarah not feeling well. Sometimes I think that it is nearly impossible for him to see me any other way anymore. (tears)
I've been struggling with too many migraines (and "migraine hangover" days thereafter), and a few days of fever and flu. Also there is "stuff" going on in my life that I cannot write about here (but which will be in my book...) which is making me just more melancholy these days.
And my mom is back in the hospital. Yesterday she had an 'episode', and she could barely string two words together.
All I wanted to hear was a cheery:
"happy birthday, my doll!"
as I've heard her say, every March third,
for the last 45 years.