Starts with an anxiety flair up. Next I couldn’t fit in the booth at Zaxby’s. I sat there staring down at my huge belly,touching the table,catching crumbs from my food. I noticed other fat people were fitting in those booths…some were fatter than me. I thought,maybe its constipation or anxiety or maybe depression…maybe I need to drink more water. After a week in the hospital I know my health is good. The nurses were concerned about depression & constipation. Its more than being fat. My belly shouldn’t be as huge as it is. Nurses always relate it to depression.
My husband is worried about his 92 year old mother. She had a fall the other day & was taken to ER. Today she’s not answering her phone. My husband is on his way to check on his Mom. Prayer going up for her.