A Day In My Life

I think this is what inspired me to create my original Firefox Tips Blog. I may yet re-do it….

I had a terrible case of acid reflux as I began eating dinner. I had to leave the table for a bit. I’ll spare you the details. Later, I went to bed, and was nearly asleep, when I started feeling chills. I was under blankets, and the room was not cold, but I felt as though I was cold from the inside out. Like my bones were cold. I did not have fever. I began to shiver, and my teeth chattered. My husband put extra blankets (every one we have) on the bed. Still I shivered. Then, just as I thought it was beggining to ease…CRAMPS in my thigh muscles, almost at my hips. I was rolling all over the bed, trying to get them to stop, and it hurt so bad, I put my face in the pillows and yelled. The cats both freaked. Immediately, they jumped on the bed, and Darla was walking back and forth on my back. Duchess was trying to paw through my hair to see my face. Neither of them would budge from the bed. My husband turned the heat up to maximum, then came and laid down beside me and held me. I eventually did stop shaking, and went to sleep. My husband, bless him, was sleeping beside me when I got up this morning, and he told me when he woke that he had stayed up until 5:30 AM, to watch over me in case I had another attack like that.

I finally received my last birthday gift from my in-laws. It was mailed well before my birthday but didn’t arrive until yesterday. It contained some things for me, some things for Jay, and some to share.

Jay’s dad is in the Reserves, and was in Hawaii in January for some training. He got the items there. The package contained (per an enclosed note from my mother-in-law):

I have to say, I never knew a birthday could be so much fun. My husband knows how to make a birthday special. When I got up yesterday morning, he greeted me with some wrapped presents and two birthday cards. One of each was from him; the others were from my grandson, Dylan.

I don’t care much for the commercialism of the day, which seems to have grown geometrically since I was a child. But I do like the day. Why? Simple: it’s my birthday. It’s always been kind of special to be a Valentine myself. My husband always separates my birthday presents from my Valentine’s presents, which is neat. And the gifts are always well thought out and carefully chosen.