We Have a Go For Crazy Meds...

Dad's cooking something for supper (a roast with potatoes, onions, and carrots) and will call me in a minute to come and take my medications. He has to go get them out of his car. I grew a pair and told him I wasn't feeling well at all and I needed them which is the god's honest truth. I feel like something the cat threw up today. It cycles like that -- my mental illness. This is just one of those days. Bless him for being so nice about it all. He was kind as kind could be.