Things aren’t too good right now. My dad is going into hospice care today. He’s been in failing health for a few years and time has finally caught up with him. He’s simply worn out, both in mind and body. It’s hard to let him go, harder yet to see him continuing to exist when all quality of life has passed. So . . . anyway . . .
Life is too short to sit around being miserable. There is so much joy and beauty and laughter out there. Sometimes you have to get off your butt and go look for it, but it’s there.
So for a while, I’m just going to post things that make me laugh or smile or things I’m thankful for.
Today’s list — something I am thankful for:
My cardiologist, who I saw yesterday.
He prescribed another change in meds because I’ve been having some a-fib episodes again.
Gee, do ya think they might be stress related?
Now I REALLY need one of those granny pill organizers. Keeping track of what to take and when to take it may be causing even more stress! Seriously. I’m back to a.m. and p.m. meds and feel like a pharmacist with my cupboard full of bottles. They’ve overflowed the lazy susan on the kitchen table and moved into a cupboard. Decided that was a safer idea, since Phoenix occasionally steals things off the lazy susan. Since the pill bottles aren’t honey flavored, they were probably safe.
I’m sure Doc Langager wouldn’t understand, but I’ve got more important things to think about than all these pills, like if teaching Phoenix to bite the ring stanchion on go-outs was really such a good idea. My gates and stanchions are on the fourth generation of dogs (Jess, Connor, Jamie, now Phoenix) and may not hold up to repeated chompings. But he sure enjoys it. And that makes me laugh.