08-28-2006, 02:41 PM
So, the father, the diabetic with high blood pressure and that disease or fungus that attacks the toenails. Something in his High blood pressure makes him unable to take the pill to cure the foot thing.
We are sitting at lunch in the Windjammer buffet. Dad now sports Berkenstocks whenever he can because shoes cut off the circulation to his feet. I notice his legs up to the calf are a lovely shade of deep purple. I ask him about it in an alarmed sort of way. He's just says oh. Yeah, it happens.
The purple is a color a punk chick would be happy to die her hair. All I can think is this probably the stage right before amputation. Grrrr.
We are sitting at lunch in the Windjammer buffet. Dad now sports Berkenstocks whenever he can because shoes cut off the circulation to his feet. I notice his legs up to the calf are a lovely shade of deep purple. I ask him about it in an alarmed sort of way. He's just says oh. Yeah, it happens.
The purple is a color a punk chick would be happy to die her hair. All I can think is this probably the stage right before amputation. Grrrr.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit