Distinguishing which day of the week is it has been a challenge for us for years—but significantly more so during this pandemic. All sense of regularity has been lost and any weekly assistance or commitments are long gone.
Nowadays, when Mama and I wonder what day of the week it is, I look first at my thighs. One of the first things I do each day is to face my needle phobia and give myself a B12 injection. I mark the small bandage with the day of the week to keep track. Though I’ve been doing it for years, its role as a calendar is new.
On this day…
- 1 year ago: Cutting the cord
- 2 years ago: A Burrata picnic
- 3 years ago: Our first strawberry harvest
- 4 years ago: My first ever TimTam!