One spectra of the side effects of chemotherapy are called neuropathies. This may present as tingling or stinging your hands and feet but in my case I have floppy feet. I pulled out the pricey sport Mary Janes I bought for work last fall and they are doing wonders for the floppy feet walk. I still have floppy feet but the shoes are secure.
When the younger daughter was two years old she came out to the garden with a 6 foot snake wrapped around her. We were having a party for the older daughters graduation and one of the guests was so frightened of the snake she leapt over the picnic table. This guest was in her 60s.
At the pharmacy filling prescriptions for Hubby, they come printed with an array of security features. The paper resists erasures and reproductions with two kinds of thermographic ink. They have codes on them. The one I am looking at has test areas. It was also not filled because the medical professional who wrote it forgot to program the number of pills so it defaulted to zero. I can't think she meant us to go back for a corrected one. My prescription gets called in when I need it, but the system Hubby is on is not set up for that.
On the rough wooden planks lay many tiny iridescent beads and crystals as well as the thread that held them before it broke. There must have been a calamity for the sparkle princess who also left a tiny pink feather from her boa.
Sent by Martha
I took a break from sorting overdue forms and also new ones-in correcting a tax return I find that I must file the health care credit even though I did not claim it. It ought to have a positive impact on my bottom line even late. It gets complicated even with my processing experience. I drove myself to chemo camp and back, engaged in the phone calls and paperwork again, then the family went to dinner. I had a sweet potato stuffed with ground lamb. It was interesting and I am full. The kids had mussels and hubby had a steak. In looking at the filed correspondence this evening, I was never issued the form cited and must now wait for it to be generated and mailed. 4 to 6 weeks. This too, will be slogged through with the rest of my paperwork ambitions.
Another packet of peppers posted to my pen pal in the West Midlands. This one had more ghost peppers and some orange explosions. The scorpions are still green. I will send some along when they turn red. Keith will like the Baltimore parking lot attitude in this batch, for sure.
Yesterday I slid some peppers into a packet bound for The West Midlands. That's in England. Scotch bonnets, ghosts and chocolate Habaneros all double wrapped and labeled, for the first time in the many years I have been mailing them they drew the clerk's attention. She wanted to know if they were safe. Next out, Scorpions!