Sandy's Birthday

Sandy was #%&@ years old yesterday. She didn't want a party, so she and I had a quiet day together and that's what she wanted. We went to the movie Public Enemies, came home to make root beer floats, she lounged on the patio reading a murder mystery, then we went to her favorite restaurant for dinner, Lone Star.

She had neuropathy in her feet (translation: burning soles, as if walking on hot coals) but still managed to enjoy the things we did and the time we spent together.

Today she went to see her mother in her assisted-living facility in the town of Watseka (30 miles SSE of our house).

Sandy feels fatigued much of the time. The last time she felt this way her red blood count was down. Whether it's low now we don't know, because we don't have her most recent hematology report. A June 30th report indicated that her red blood count was at the bottom of normal limits.

Earlier, when her RBC was well below normal and she was fatigued, she got a <blood transfusion>. Although she considers a blood transfusion to be "creepy," it made her feel better a couple days afterward, so if she needs another one she'll go for it.