So my gouty left heel isn't gouty after all--at least this time. Saw the Physician's Assistant today and she diagnosed a fungus infection, for which I now have a cream--twice a day for 2 weeks. It already feels better. It doesn't look much better, but it feels better--doesn't hurt to touch any more. How did I get that? Who knows--just lucky like everything else. I saw my doctor in passing and rejoiced with her that she's now wearing real shoes on both feet. What a long, hard battle that was for her. Answered prayer. Sometimes it just takes a little longer. Just in case I failed to mention it in January, she's been fighting a foot infection since December. There was a possibility that she could have lost the foot, so real shoes on both feet is a wonderful thing.
I shall now retire with Mailie Dobbs, book four.
xxooxx
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So glad to hear about your doctor’s feet. Truly. Life without them would be close to intolerable.
And about the missed birthday, beloved . . .
We all know you are simply ageless.
So another year is only meaningful on the big C ledger books. Which is more than significant in the greater scheme of things. And we are of course talking about the greater scheme—think Mabel, minks, diamonds, world peace.
So bung ho old thing and keep hanging in there in your completely Annie-Pie-in-the-sky way, gout and fungus not withstanding!!!
LLLove and many karats-
Your fiend for bitter and for worse,
RRR©Z
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