Sweetheart, I don't want to do this, but I need to... So, you know how my Achilles tendon is all messed up, because I refused to slow down, and deal with my chitt. Now, I'm reduced to hobbling around my apartment, and venture to the mailbox for my daily excitement. If I'm feeling really lucky, I drive to a Dr. appt, or the grocery store. (Great meds) I let other people drive me around if I'm on meds, by the way. I've missed almost a month of work (and the $ to go along with it) I WASN'T LISTENING TO MY BODY. Listen to your body, honey, what is it telling you? love, Goldey
