Reaching for Maturity

My dad had a doctor's appointment today. His cardo doctor was VERY impressed. His heart failure is MUCH improved.

His blood pressure meds will need to be adjusted though. Any changes in his medication makes me regret not having a degree of any sort in medicine. I carry around a pretty detailed list of my dad's meds, but today I had to resort to "he's on a new one, it starts with 'sp' and ends in 'tone'.

I've never been one to tolerate fools gladly, especially when I'm the fool.

And, I still have enough of a headache to think that 'fool' is a really funny sounding word.

In the afternoon, I took a little bit of time to finish up some projects.

I also noticed that the shirt I was wearing had too much of a shabby look to it, so I cut it up. I like the machine appliqued flowers on the pocket and collar, and I think the cuffs might make cute little wrist bands.

No. I cannot just throw something away. I hear that has become rather fashionable. I just do it because I'm weird that way.

My head still feels a bit addled, but I am coping.

(so. how'd i do? i really want to whine, but i'm trying to be grown-up about it.)