Snow = Exercise
Dr. Parts and I were up in the mountains, well, the coast range, the little mountains between Portland and the ocean. And I caught this photo of him exercising:
I also got this photo. This is what I usually see when we're travelling:
This is Snickers, the crazy little brown dog. She spends a lot of time on my lap when we're driving.
I've been to the acupuncturist twice now. And it's helping! It's not a miraculous 100% cure, but the foot pain is much better. Of course, he has an entirely different idea of what kind of orthotic I need in my shoe than does the podiatrist. (I think I'll stick with the podiatrist on this one for now.)
I was supposed to have the bone scan today, but I spent the time putting chains on the vehicle. I had a no-problem commute, though. I rescheduled the bone test to Friday. I'm told that our neighbor Nancy got a photo of me putting chains on the Ford. Is she thinking blackmail?
I was scheduled to drive to Salem to see a second podiatrist tomorrow. They've got black ice down Salem way. I rescheduled the appointment for two weeks out.
And, just regularly scheduled medical stuff, I have an appointment with my Internal Med doc on Monday and a dental cleaning on Tuesday. I am high maintenance, am I not?Dr. Parts shoveled the sidewalk and the driveways for both us and for Nancy & Sue next door. More exercise.
At the moment, for Dr. Parts, snow equals snoring.