Today is my cousin's son's open house. Wonder if there'll be food. Speaking of food, I got a letter from my health insurance company today that says I have to get my doctor to send a letter to them that states that I've met such and such criteria and that she can submit more information, ask to speak with a reviewer, or ask for an appeal. This is about Wegovi. Insurance companies suck. So many hoops that they hope you give up on.

This morning N 3 and I went to the botanical gardens. It was so busy there! We looked at cacti 🌵 and the huge koi in a rectangular pond. We went outside and walked the gardens. We saw a garter snake sunning itself until it got nervous and left. We walked down the trails and talked about family things. He had to take me home after because he had to pick up his gf's brother. As N 3 dropped me off, I thanked him for our morning together.

Edited to add:. The open house for my cousin's son was nice. Lots of food - I only had one trip even though I was very hungry when I got there. I did have a piece of graduation cake which was both good and bad- the chocolate cake was good but the white frosting not so much. My cousins' dad came over and kissed me on the forehead! I hadn't seen him for years. I mean probably 30! My other cousin and family came in from Seattle! I wasn't the fattest person there but probably number 3. Everyone else was thin. My cousin from Seattle was good about N1 (who wasn't there), using the correct pronouns. We discussed what my kids are doing. For the longest time I just listened to others talk. Eventually, my mom wanted to leave because she had a 45-minute drive back.

I tended to my new plant- needed lots of tlc- when I got home. Took a shower before we went to the party. Nobody mentioned that I'm bipolar- that I know of, anyway. When people asked what I'm doing lately, I said that I'm walking a lot to try to lose weight. When I left however, walking back to the car, this scene played out in my head of me back at the party screaming at everybody. I don't know why. Then they would take me to the psych ER. All in my mind about this party. It was like a memory playing back of something that really happened.