Feet

Not mine

I have a sore toe, I must have knocked it.. I had a trip to the podiatrist today, we discussed things and think I must have stubbed my foot against something. Unfortunately I am now walking around with a dressing on it. I hope it stays in place. I’m not going into detail but if it hasn’t dried up by next week I might have to have more work on it.

Age is a nuisance, your body doesn’t always work properly and you have things going on you never expect to happen. I’m hoping I can get over this and keep going. Life is a pain sometimes and we don’t get to choose what and when things happen.

Feet in lockdown

I’m writing something first incase you don’t like feet…

My chiropodist a appointment was due but I haven’t heard anything. Being diabetic I get them done professionally by the local health centre because of the risk of cutting myself. I can only just reach my toenails. But then I struggle to see what I’m doing. My nails were about 1/3″ long and very uncomfortable, but when I rang I was told that the podiatrist is not seeing anyone. Given my hubby is not very handy or careful, and my sister lives eighty miles away, I ‘had a go’ I’ve just managed to cut them a little and shorten them. Then I found a foot file to take the brittle sharp edges away. I’ve sort of made the image a bit abstract so it doesn’t look as scary. The nails are still quite long… 😕

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