Relief

Rolling out of bed this morning - the piercing foot pain was for the most part gone. Last week I managed to get an appointment at our assigned doctor's office. They put me in with the new guy - who had a distinctive indian/middle eastern name.

He called me in, and I asked if we could please speak English. Yes, of course he said with a nice smile. He was young, and wearing one of those sporty sweatshirts and jeans. A doctor, really? He asked what the problem was, asked me to take take off my shoe and sock! Felt around a bit. Hold on dude, I'm starting to fall in love with you.

Anyway, he told me I was taking way to much ibuprofen (which I knew, but didn't care cause it hurt so bad). But then he told me the magic secret - which included both ibuprofen & acetaminophen. So I popped no less than 100 (non-prescription) pills in the last week, and waking up this morning, I think I'll be able to slow that quantity down dramatically. Yippee.

But he also said I could call him if the pain didn't get better. It's a bit of bummer that it feels better, cause it was just such a pleasure talking to this guy. (If you - the hubby - are reading this, too bad. And thanks for the foot massage this weekend.)

Dog Dooty Update. The poo and flags are gone, and have been replaced by an actual visual sign. I hope it works for these people. Just last week, a friend pointed out this article to me in the Copenhagen Post. Flagging Faeces

Is there a revolution on the horizon?