Well, what’s up

Got Mother to the doctor and her tests are all pretty good, but he is concerned about an irregular heartbeat; first she agree to see a cardiologist and then waffled, so we are going back to the original doctor on the 24th. She’s feeling more like her feisty self again, now that the lump she felt below her ribcage turned out to be something that is supposed to be there. She’d lost weight so now she could feel it.

Her question is “Why should I take medicine to help me get old and lose my mind?” I said, “Mother, just take it until you lose your mind.” Sometimes she is a challenge.