I made art out of a tee shirt design & by adding a background. Means Merry Christmas in Swedish.
Today's Name Day: Gustav Adolf
Not a good day for me. Thanks to my Hutch doc & eating the wrong thing, I got sick again. I want my life back. It started with a queasy tummy. Slept good all night until I got up. My nap was a great nap. No problem. Then I woke up & I was soooo sick again. Why???
Did not want to eat anything. I finally I just ate a small sandwich & some chocolate. So far so good. Tomorrow is questionable. LL has got to be so tired of me. I am tired of me.
My hutch Doc went from pushing me to get more insurance to actually letting me pick an appointment day & time. I might keep her a little longer. Never felt they have done right by me. The one PA is good the doc is super nice but has not done anything for my diabetes.
Today is our dad's official birthday. I found some different photos of him to share. And some seasonal ones also.
New iwatch band for the holidays, Trying to find things to make me feel better,
Dad on the right. Middle is my grandfather's brother Hugo, Another relative.
Family photo when Mom retired. Jay, Mom, me, Dad.
Dad, his crew, their B29,. Dad is first on the left bad row. Front row second man is their leader Hapgood. With him is their pet sloth bear that came back to the states with them.
Her nickname was Billie. No memory of her. I remember being where she was but not her per se. Both my grandmothers died when I was around 3 years old, No memories or grandma times/memories,
Family photo again. I never remember this house as where I grew up. I grew up on Second Street. Jay, Dad, Mom, me.
Post WWII job in Lindsborg. Dad is back row man 4 from the left.
Mom & Dad, Dad overseas, Dad & his Mom before he went to India/China.
Mom & Dad with a WWII airplane
Me as a baby with Mom & Dad. All the photos of me as a baby show us all happy. But at some point they stopped being happy with me & I felt it. Not a happy childhood. I surely did something but I have no clue what. I just know I fell out of grace. I take full blame. Even as a child,
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