"Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad." - Scout in Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My poor foot
Ok, so I keep hearing of people who have this stinking Neuroma foot thing. I guess it's pretty common. The only thing that bothers me is that every single one of them is a grandma with 14+ grandkids and is getting ready to send in their papers for their senior mission. Well, except Sadie. I guess I will follow her lead and become an obsessive biker chick. I would hang with her more often except that she is 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail. Makes me look 4 feet tall and 4 feet wide. It's awesome. I guess I'll see what the doc has to say tomorrow. I think he will tell me that I have to give up skiing, too. And probably chocolate.
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NO WAY on the chocolate!!! That's sanity,baby!
Your poor foot. That is just lame. I'm interested to see what all happens. Sure wish it would get better for you.
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