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So, one of the things I have to worry about as a diabetic is dry skin on my feet. Apparently dry skin can lead to cracks can lead to infection can lead to legless death unhappy times... according to an ER doctor I once had the misfortune to meet.
Anyway, during the winter months, I've gotten into the habit of putting vast amounts of nummy foody smelling lotion on my feet every day to keep the dryness at bay. Bonus - my feet then smell edible. Which is weird, now that I've typed that out.
Anyway again, lotioned up feet are okay (see nummy smells) until it's time to leave the room. You see, we have plastic mats under the doors in the house because the cat who shall remain nameless (BELLATRIX) occasionally has fits of insecurity and desperately wants to be in whatever room one of her people is in (or whatever room she thinks one of us is in) and she'll start pawing at the door and the carpet in front of the door. She dug a hole into the carpet in front of the office door in the old house. So, to stop the carpet destruction, we put the plastic mats down and now she can paw to her little heart's content without causing problems. Other than driving me crazy.
That sounds cruel, but the cats are not allowed into certain rooms for safety reasons. Unfortunately, those are also the rooms where I tend to spend most of my time.
Anyway for the third time, lotioned feet + slick plastic mats = Wheee Fun Falling Times that are not actually fun.
Just thought I'd share the meaning behind today's bump on the head.
Anyway, during the winter months, I've gotten into the habit of putting vast amounts of nummy foody smelling lotion on my feet every day to keep the dryness at bay. Bonus - my feet then smell edible. Which is weird, now that I've typed that out.
Anyway again, lotioned up feet are okay (see nummy smells) until it's time to leave the room. You see, we have plastic mats under the doors in the house because the cat who shall remain nameless (BELLATRIX) occasionally has fits of insecurity and desperately wants to be in whatever room one of her people is in (or whatever room she thinks one of us is in) and she'll start pawing at the door and the carpet in front of the door. She dug a hole into the carpet in front of the office door in the old house. So, to stop the carpet destruction, we put the plastic mats down and now she can paw to her little heart's content without causing problems. Other than driving me crazy.
That sounds cruel, but the cats are not allowed into certain rooms for safety reasons. Unfortunately, those are also the rooms where I tend to spend most of my time.
Anyway for the third time, lotioned feet + slick plastic mats = Wheee Fun Falling Times that are not actually fun.
Just thought I'd share the meaning behind today's bump on the head.
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