One of those days.
I had an appointment with a podiatrist, in Amsterdam. That's an hour away from me, but a friend of mine highly recommended him, and I have so far not been impressed by anyone I have been to.
So DH and I took a ride.
I insisted DH go with me, in case this new doctor wanted to stick a needle into my foot.
In which case, I would have BROKEN a few fingers. What are husbands for???
This doctor does cryosurgery, which is not done by every podiatrist. I thought he might do it on my painful right foot. But he didn't.
He did an ultrasound of my foot, and showed me the damage inside my heel. He scanned my feet for orthotics, and put a wrap/brace/strap around my right instep, which helped immediately.
I have plantar fasciitis, and he says that with this brace, then the orthotics, and exercise that is done every morning, BEFORE you get out of bed, this should be better in six weeks. If it's not, then he might stick a needle in my foot.
I liked this doctor, and he told me more than anyone else had previously. He was worth the hour drive each way.
We stopped at the Waterwheel in Galway.....and bought wedges of the best cheddar cheese you have ever eaten.
Then we went over to a natural geyser in Saratoga Springs, where my husband lusted over, and drank, the most disgusting smelling water you have ever smelled.
Good God!!!! How can you drink that????? As he smiles, and guzzles.
His answer was that he has been doing this since he was a kid.
Well, there then, that explains it.
So I am almost to the studio, the day has flown by, and my cell phone rings. Lois: Where are YOU?
Seems the UPS truck that was supposed to come TOMORROW, decided to come TODAY.
(Lois has her gloves on, which means that she means BUSINESS)
Check it out. UPS truck on the OTHER side of the road. A busy, state highway.
And boxes falling off the pallets.
And the help I had lined up to load these into the barn...........not available TODAY.
The UPS driver was VERY helpful, but he wasn't taking the traffic seriously, and I think this is where Lois is chewing him out.
Somehow we got them in the driveway, and parked them in front of the barn. But there was no way that we were going to load 36 boxes from 65-85 lbs each into the barn.
Luckily, I made a couple of calls, and found a couple of helpers. It wasn't long at all, and they were all tucked nicely away.
On my way home, it started to rain.
Yes, a little stress, a little work, a little inconvenience.
But am I complaining yet.
Not for a minute.