On Saturday, Jamie, Ani, and I joined about 1,000 of our fellow San Antonioans in support of common sense gun control.
A few tourists, upon realizing what we were doing, joined the parade.
People along the route applauded as they watched us go by.
As with anything in San Antonio, it was a pretty laid back, we’re having a party sort of atmosphere.
But March for Our Lives and the incredible ease with which people can get guns in this country is not fun and games. It’s a very serious issue. Ani returned from her really long Invisible Recovery hiatus to make a video about it.
Jamie had to work in McAllen for a couple days this week so I went with him.
We stayed in a really beautiful hotel and the weather was absolutely lovely.
While Jamie worked I relaxed and read. It was quite a nice little trip.
Ani’s rheumatologist prescribed some new medications for her and once again we’re in insurance company limbo. So often the insurance company has decided they know better than her doctors and refused to allow her to have what was prescribed, sometimes demanding a different medicine be used instead. I just don’t think the insurance company people really know better than a doctor. But they certainly think they do.
My dad started chemo again on Monday. His pancreatic cancer markers went way up in just a few months. I got to sit with him while he got his first treatment because my mom was sick with a cold. It was a long, tiring day, but still it was nice hanging out with him.
We got ice. And it’s cold. Seriously cold. It’s 25 right now. We’re looking forward to going all the up to 28. Yesterday it was 67. Saturday we’ll be back in the mid-60s. But for now, we’re closed.
Not only do I hate Celiac Disease, I hate how sensitive I am. Now, I am very, very careful about cross contamination. Our house is gluten free and I only eat at restaurants I trust. But even restaurants I trust aren’t perfect. I’ve only been glutened once before since I discovered Celiac was the cause of my digestive issues so I guess less than once a year isn’t bad.
This time a little piece of grilled onion ended up mixed in with my fries and I ate it before I realized it was there. The grilled onions at that restaurant are beer braised. Beer has gluten in it and so terrible things ensued. That was Friday. I’m already a lot better. The worst has passed. Now I’m just a little swollen and achy, but the weekend sure was miserable.
I really don’t like books by GA Henty.