I wish that I had thought to get a picture of my poor, bedraggled ankles when I limped out of the doctor’s office on Friday afternoon. Or, better yet, after eating restaurant food and sitting in a theatre for the better part of three hours that evening. [Although I think Brother Sushi and I would both have felt extremely weird focusing any attention on my legs; it’s just not that kind of a friendship.]
If you look at this badly-angled shot and imagine “love handles” on either side of the ankle bone, that’s a pretty fair idea of what I’ve been dealing with.
The second shot is what I woke up to this morning, after two days of dancing with Mr. Lasix. The “love handles” are nearly gone. Oh, and I have wrist-bones too.
The image that came to mind as I staggered to the “reading room” this morning was of the early Latter-Day Saints draining the swamp at Nauvoo. I almost can’t wait to get to the office and step on the scale to find out how many pints/pounds lighter I am than when I left on Thursday for a long weekend.
And the turquoise sock is half an inch away from starting the heel gusset. [Yes, the one I started yesterday morning at 9:05 in Relief Society. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.] So if y’all will please excuse me, I’m off to tend to my knitting! And to see what else I can download for free to listen to when it's not dark-thirty. I like the ladies upstairs; why on earth would I want to disturb their beauty sleep, when they're so kind about letting me have mine?
If you look at this badly-angled shot and imagine “love handles” on either side of the ankle bone, that’s a pretty fair idea of what I’ve been dealing with.
The second shot is what I woke up to this morning, after two days of dancing with Mr. Lasix. The “love handles” are nearly gone. Oh, and I have wrist-bones too.
The image that came to mind as I staggered to the “reading room” this morning was of the early Latter-Day Saints draining the swamp at Nauvoo. I almost can’t wait to get to the office and step on the scale to find out how many pints/pounds lighter I am than when I left on Thursday for a long weekend.
And the turquoise sock is half an inch away from starting the heel gusset. [Yes, the one I started yesterday morning at 9:05 in Relief Society. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.] So if y’all will please excuse me, I’m off to tend to my knitting! And to see what else I can download for free to listen to when it's not dark-thirty. I like the ladies upstairs; why on earth would I want to disturb their beauty sleep, when they're so kind about letting me have mine?
2 comments:
I had a similar reaction to Anaprox. What a surprise to look down and see that my ankles had risen like bread dough on steroids!
I may have to call my Doc and get him to introduce me to Mr.Lasix!
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Oh my goodness, Lynn. Your poor ankles! That had to have felt miserable. I hope they stay svelte and acquire no more love handles!
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