EKG

Some people will do anything to get out of doing dishes.  This afternoon Momo sliced his finger on a broken piece of glass and spurted blood all over the kitchen.  I mean all over.  It looked like Charles Manson had done the dishes.  There was blood on the walls, the floor, the appliances, the curtains... you get the idea.  So I said goodbye as the Ninja Who Lives Here patched him together.

I went straight to a doctor's appointment.  With the pools of blood still in mind, they took my blood pressure and heart rate.  They were impressed.  They invited me back for an EKG.

Later, while I was getting my prescriptions filled, I took my blood pressure again.  It was far closer to normal.  I guess the sight of blood everywhere bothers me more than I could've known.

Getting Back to a Routine

After dad died my son and I traveled to Utah (where my mother's family is from) for a second memorial service.  Since then we have had a revolving door of company.  We love company, but frankly, it's been exhausting.

My brother Paul left this morning after he very kindly drove down from Utah to help me with my math homework that is part of the whole post death thing.  And now... the house only has the regular hoodlums living in it.  Which means that I can get back to doing my own thing, whatever that may be.  It feels kind of nice.