My Sunday in meh...

So.
Just dropped off my grandson and now I’m sitting in my car outside of the downtown urgent care where my son will be seen.

He’s made an appointment with a new doctor, but that’s not until July 15th. It seems every day something happens. We were wondering if it was a gluten allergy. Maybe it’s gallbladder. Maybe it’s heart related. It’s not bad enough that we go to an ER, but I’m worried enough to take him somewhere. He will sit in my presence and have this look on his face and he tries to tell me nothing is wrong, but I know it’s a lie.

He rarely complains about anything and he has the most right to do so out of anyone I know. He started back to work on Friday. He also worked on yesterday. I made oatmeal with a little butter, honey, cinnamon and raisins. Trying not to over sweet him, trying not to gluten him. All he had was oatmeal today.

I’m at the point where I call and check on him regularly. I’m praying for him constantly. Praying that if there is something wrong let it be treatable and most importantly, curable. I love my son so much.

Looking at all these people not social distancing much and no masks. I’m in my car until they need me.