Today's the day. It couldn't come any sooner. The MonSter has been kicking my buttocks (isn't that a fun word?) lately. Today I will receive my physical therapy evaluation in order to receive a letter from Rebecaa, my friendly PT. I will add this documentation to my impressive (If I do say so myself.) file of wordage that will be sent to my insurance company in hopes of then acquiring 80-20 percent coverage for the L300 Walk Aid. I don't know if it's the fact that my brains so focused on the L300 or if reality is on my side. has become extremely uncomfortable. A callus has formed on the bed of my right foot and must be "scraped" every few weeks. Fellow baby boomers might remember that Chevy Chase/Goldie Hawn film in which the maid had a weekly appointment to get her feet scraped. That's what this reminds of. I am very, very concerned about the muscle in my right leg. It is beginning to look "withered" and is constantly crampe
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