Happy Toosday!
I had to think about it for a minute. My son’s working OT this week, between that and last week’s holiday, I am very discombobulated.
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VanGo, I’m glad you only need antibiotics.
O worry when I hear about numb feet because a childhood friend woke up one morning with numb feet, and then paralyzed feet. I can’t remember the name of what she had, but she slowly went paralyzed from the feet up, the head down, and fingers in. She had to be put on life support. She survived, but had months of rehab afterwards. The doctor told her family it is very rare, but my mind goes there whenever somebody tells me their feet are numb.
My feet are numb a lot, but it’s from spinal stenosis. I was reading that vitamin B1 is good for repairing nerve damage in the feet.
Sorry Coppertone
I’d rather have cows than McMansions.
I’d rather have pigs and chickens than McMansions.
The dairy farm down the road gets a bit ripe sometimes, but only when we are driving by. The smell doesn’t go this far.
When I was young, there was a pig farm about 2 miles down the road from my parents’ house. Somebody put in a development across the road from it. A friend of my ex lived in that neighborhood, and was he ever sorry he bought there. You couldn’t even sit outside. He and a number of people called to complain. All the county told them was that if you were stupid enough to buy a house across the street from a pig farm, you deserve what you got.
Back in the days when it was still an agricultural area.
Now it’s apartments.
MetalMouse, my son is great when you can get him to clean. The getting is the hard part. Any kind of waste, though, he does go into high gear.
He’s a bit lazy with yard irk.
When I first lived in Baltimore, I got a property tax break based on my income. As my income went up, I lost the break. My friend in Baltimore County gets a break, both for her age and her income. It took two of us nagging at her for her to apply. She is poverty level, her only income is her husband’s SS and pension. She gets really angry if you tell her she is eligible for any kind of benefits because in her eyes, she is not poor. One friend dragged her down to apply for food stamps, for which she was eligible. Once they ran out, she never reapplied.
As far as I know my cousin is doing okay, still critical but stable. Her sisters left for NC today to help out.
My uncle, her father, is back in the hospital though. He just had surgery and was doing well, but I guess the stress set him back.
He postponed the surgery to go to my aunt’s funeral. Then the stress from the funeral put him in the hospital, so he had to wait even longer. He had only been home a few days when my cousin had the heart attack.
My poor aunt, I think I should call her tomorrow.
And send some cards.
She is young, thin, in shape, never smoked, takes care of herself. This has been a shock to everyone.
I don’t know if it’s the moisturizer or good genetics or good clean living, but coupled with the lack of gray, most people are surprised when they find out I’m 70. I’ll take it! 