Well, Foot! Or Cold Feet

 Before the great fall of '06, when I had cold feet, all I had to do was crawl in bed, stick 'em on Husband's back and they got warm pretty fast. Of course, his screaming was annoying, but I suppose there's a price  you pay for everything.

Now my feet are almost never warm. I have a floor foot warmer for the studio, I have a bag full of horse corn that I heat up in the microwave at night. Then I put it between covers, under a pillow, cover it up more, and put a pillow on top of that in order to hold the heat in all night. Most the time this will, eventually, get my poor tootsies toasty.

As anyone who knows me at all knows, I love, and I mean love snow. In fact I love a lot that goes with cold weather, excluding my terrifyingly cold feet.

You think I'm obsessed with my paws? Yes, yes I am. You try living with feeling like you are standing in ice cold water all the time. It's something that's hard not to think about.

And another thing. You probably think I've not blogged in like, forever. You'd be wrong. I blog every day, sometimes twice. I have failed to write them down, however.

Last year was a very hard year for me. Lost the ability to walk for a while. Almost died with e-coli in my bloodstream caused by a UTI that had gone unnoticed for sometime due to all the pain I was having which was causing my leg to stop working. So, I had a few things on my mind.

And this year? Need I say more?

Now, I can't promise  how often I'll continue to blog. I'm trying to write another novel, so when I sit down for a few minutes, I try to concentrate on that. But  maybe I'll blog more often that I've been at.

Thanks!

Bless My Heart

You know how folks say we ourselves are our own worst enemies? 

Well, I believe it, after the episodes I've pulled lately.

Firstly, the other night I went to bed and could not get comfortable. It seemed the longer I lay there, the  more pain I was in - my back, my legs and feet. Plus, I just didn't feel right. 

Finally, around 2:00 a.m. a teeny tiny light bulb came on above my head and I realized I had not taken my night medications. Nothing for the neuropathy and especially my blood pressure medications. I got up, took my blood pressure (which was up). My drinking glass was dry, a good hint. So I took my night medications, woke Daughter up (there's no point in waking Husband up, he wouldn't remember it) and said, "If I die it's because I've overdosed on blood pressure medications, but don't worry, I didn't." 

She raised her head off the pillow and squinted at me. I don't know if this is because she didn't have on her glasses, or because I'd woke her up, or because she thought I'd finally  lost my marbles.

Perhaps all three.

Then, a few days later, I worked in the studio till dark. I knew I'd sat too long as I could no longer feel much from the knees down, but I'd been working on something I thought pretty important. I called the house for Husband to come with a flashlight and walk me back to the house.

Now, I have a heat pad that sits on the floor to rest my feet on, and that helps. I'd had my shoes off with my feet resting on the pad. When Husband arrived, I felt around with my (numb) feet and slipped my shoes on. I shuffled to the door and commenced the walk back. Every step was agony. Each step was worse than the one before. It was awful.

When I got back to the house, I looked down and saw my shoes were on the wrong feet.

Well, that explained a lot.

Till next time!