Ever since I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes, I've promised myself that I would make a standing bi-weekly appointment with my nail tech so she could keep my toenails and feet in shape.
However, that'll have to wait until I finish up my lymphedema massage therapy in October.
I turned fifty and went to pieces ...
Some days are better than others...some days I get up and I can’t see a thing...gotta wear my 1.75 reading glasses around just to see to get around. Other days I do OK, mostly my left eye is picking up the slack on my right.
I go Thursday for the EEG, MRI and MRA of the brain and a bone scan of my back (to find out what is hurting my back all the time.)
I know what you mean about falling apart...I feel the same way!
So that's why I feel like this...
Yeah, it’s hell getting old, ain’t it?