The norovirus is here in our home. We are trapped in our rooms to avoid spread. I am well,so is Roomie.

My friends are ill. Staff is short handed.

I am thankful for being in this sunfilled room, with roomie.

I am weaning off gabba and on 600 lyrica. So far pain is awful.

I am going to be off patches of fentanyl and go onto opana. Next week when the rx comes.

I wait for radioleg procedure in March,if only I can stay well.

Lyrica is at max daily dose and I am still on some Gaba and Pain familiar haunts me. Who ya gonna call?

Oh wonderful news: Free Shoes!

Roomie told me that diabetics get special support shoes free. I asked doc and then I was called for a fitting. I chose from many nice pretty great quality shoes from samples and catalog. I chose an athletic shoe. I will get inserts with them and they are custom fitted.

So I am thrilled!!! And I can get a new pair every year. I learned about avoiding amputation.

WHY in the world,after lifetime diabetic,did it take this long to find out about this,especially since I wear slippers,am verbal about missing shoes,practically live at medical offices,and No one ever mentioned it.

So I am in Limbo waiting. Ever hopeful.

I think I want to get a fit thing to record my steps. Seems fun.

My Roomie has politics channel on 24/7,loud. If I turn it down when She falls asleep,she wakes up. Ear plugs do not work. Yet at times I nod off in front of the tv. I have learned things.

We enjoy our company.

She is interested in my coloring and sometimes we collaborate on a design.

I like my new world here.

Environment is Everything.

Feeling cared for is healing.

My Roomie is like family to me. She welcomed me and we have little things in common. With her I no longer feel alone. ☺