Monday was day one as a fifty-five year old woman! It wasn’t bad, really, but as it was Hubby’s medical day at the Veteran’s Administration Health Center, I was up and out of here pretty early on Monday.
I am amazed and appreciative of the quality care Hubby is getting through the VA. His service to our country in Vietnam has cost him dearly health-wise. Finally I feel like he is getting the testing and medications he has needed for some time.
I went with him to keep him company and also to make sure I could take notes and such. So when we got to the VA and I went to open my car door, I broke two finger nails! (Which up to that point, had all remained long and beautiful!)
I’ve decided I love Hubby’s podiatrist! Oh how I wish he was in private practice because I would go to him myself! He was able to treat Hubby’s feet and make a plan to treat the diabetic neuropathies in his feet.
I got home and I found a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my dearest best friend, Uschi!
The flowers are so lovely and were such a surprise!
What a wonderful birthday I had.
Fifty-five is actually pretty darn good!