My mother made pizza for dinner. My immediate family came over for my birthday. It was nice, even if my youngest sister was being a goof the whole time. She gave me the body pillow I wanted though it is not as supportive as I thought it would be. My 2nd youngest niece painted a Winnie the Pooh bear. It was cute.
I tried making the cheesecake cookies today but the cookies didn’t come out the way they were supposed to. They are still edible and I supposed I could use the cream cheese filling as a dip of some sort for them. I was disappointed. My mother said I didn’t cook them long enough. I don’t know. They seemed okay to me.
I had some pain throughout the day. After I made the cookies, I took off my boot to relax and the pain got so bad, I cried again. I couldn’t help it. I had been walking around the kitchen doing stuff and guess it was too much for my ankle. I am hurting now as I am writing this. There just doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the pain. I don’t do anything, I hurt. I do something, I hurt. I hate this condition so much.