Not for the faint of heart

Hmmmm....you're probably saying to yourself, "Self, why is Melissa's kitchen floor so disgusting?" It has been weeks since I've swept and I didn't even sweep this pile. Rob did.

This picture (not for the faint of heart) is why my floor, and the rest of my house for that matter, looks the way it does. I have been writhing in pain, not wanting to bore you all with details in a blog since Oct 1st. That's the day I went to the podiatrist to get my plantar warts treated. Some of you may know that while I was in Cleveland I went to a dermatologist every two weeks for a year to get them frozen off. They didn't budge. Not a single change in them. Frustrated I figured I was destined to have them for the rest of my natural born life. Then a friend here said that a podiatrist could treat them in ways that a regular MD can't. So, off to the base hospital I went. Every week this guy puts stuff on it to burn it off. Essentially the meds make me get giant blisters. Just as I am starting not to limp I go back and have him put this potion on my feet again. Yes, feet...both of them. I've been using a cane and taking as little Vicodin as possible. Anyway, Rob took this picture of me a few days ago. They are starting to fall out, but there are a couple of real troopers in there that just keep hanging on. I've actually been really depressed for the last little while and I've realized that has, in large part, to do with my feet killing me. Tomorrow I go for what I hope is my last session with the dreaded foot doctor. I hope he has good news. I feel like I've made good progress.

Now, because it is the day before my next appointment I am feeling better than usual. I'm can still feel my feet with every step, but I'm not wincing. So, I decided to clean my bathrooms and dust. This is quite a feat for me. So when I caught Isabella doing this tonight before bath time, I didn't freak out as much as I would have because I knew the toilet was sparkling clean.