Daughter went to the Podiatrist this week. You may recall that Home Owner insisted that as a diabetic she needed to be seeing a podiatrist every 3 months. I said her feet were fine and it wasn't necessary at this point in time. I finally told Home Owner she could do whatever she wanted, but I wouldn't be involved. So she made Daughter an appointment with the Podiatrist. They sent the paperwork to me to be filled out, and I sent it back, blank.
I asked Daughter how it went with the Podiatrist. "Oh, I have flat feet. He said my feet are very healthy and I don't have to come back for a year." She said he tested her sensitivity (looking for diabetic neuropathy) and she could feel everything. I am smiling, and refraining from saying, "I told you so." Administrative Assistant thought it was hilarious.
I spent several hours working in the yard today. I cleared out my vegetable gardens and put leaves and grass clippings on them. I mowed. I swept most of the locust leaves out of the driveway (it's impossible to get them all). I'd like to say it felt good, but it was still a gray day. I'm grateful it didn't rain, though I did feel a few drizzles as I was cleaning up. It does feel good to have that done, because it was becoming a source of stress. As busy as November is going to be, I'm glad I got it done today.
I'm having more pain in my left wrist, probably because I'm using it more. I've been playing piano and handbells. I'm carrying heavier things. I hope that the pain is because it's getting stronger.