Busy, busy, busy.

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I made it just in time to have breakfast before going in to podiatry. I got right in, then as is the case, waited a goodly bit (though I really can't and am not complaining), and was seen. The young woman, too young I thought, seemed to be my doc. At first I took her for a nurse. She didn't talk about med school, though I didn't ask, but she said she had completed three years of pediatric school and this was her fourth and final year, on rotation. So I am guessing she is a specialist, having obtained her medical degree first. She was very young looking. She was enjoyable to chat with though, and seemed to take care of my foot quickly and well enough. Not an ageist, mostly, in any case. Not even really a racist, except that I expect to not have to deal with reverse racism and poor quality. I won't tolerate it at all. She offered me some callus donuts, to place over the areas. Though if I want to use them regularly, I would have to buy them in bulk, as a shower pretty much kills them. I'm not sure how much they cost, but that's probably... prohibitive? I'll check before crashing.

After finishing that, I drove to dental to set up an appointment. I knew they would want me to, honestly. I am one of only 10% of all veterans who they can offer full service. I am not sure, precisely, what that means. But they seem impressed by it and please with it, or something. Well, and they like doing the business that they do. They wanted to do it the day my mother arrives. I wasn't so sure about that, then I thought about it. They want to do it in the morning, at 8:00. My mother won't be in until the afternoon (I know, I will be buying the tickets shortly, actually noon would be good). Perfect, clean teeth, as bright a smile as I get, a haircut a few days before she arrives, another 15 pounds off from the last time she saw me, all good. I don't have to worry about them doing anything too serious, either. Being my first time, this will just be an exam and maybe a cleaning. If there is a need for cavities to be filled, or anything else, they will schedule another appointment.

Further still, on the way home, I finally remembered to buy Loktite blue, a couple of bottles of water (just to compare against my tap water, as to D.C.'s suggestion), and an over-glasses pair of sunglasses so that riding and hiking might be a bit easier. Oh, I also remembered to visit my bank. My debit card is out of date and I had not received a new one. They did say they had sent one, but I didn't get it and it wasn't returned. They canceled that one and are reissuing one. Temporarily inconvenient but no big deal.

So much done. Honestly, I am pleased. Sure, I didn't put the tech bling on my bike, and I am not quite in the state of mind to push things in any case, and attempt to go riding. It will happen soon enough. For now, for water, I will simply take my CamelBak. It has plenty of space and I enjoy the drinking tube, which I afix through whatever I am wearing so as to be right near my face. I think a little nap might do me good. Then, this afternoon or evening, getting the bike set up will be the thing.

You know, not bad. Many of these things were not in the plans. They were just on my mind. I was able to take thoughts and proactively function on them. I kept them on my mind in spite of have become quite tired and in spite of the discomfort of my foot, for the moment. She had to carve down pretty deeply to extract the bottom-of-the-foot callus. It is still a bit tender, though I think it will be fine in a day or two. I can ride any time, though, as there isn't enough weight on my feet pedaling, and I can adjust how my foot strikes, if need be as well.

On to checking on those callus donuts and then a nap. Be well.

Hmm, scrap the pads, at least for the bottom of my foot. They aren't too expensive though, not prohibitively expensive. At $18 a month, if they work on the callus on the side of my left big toe, I would consider them. I just took the one off the bottom of my foot. Oh, Lord, though doth favor me sometimes. So much better with the callus gone AND the pad gone. I may still wear one, while awake, for the next few days until that all heals up. But I don't think I could bear to wear them beyond that. I'll... think about the big toe. Bah! G'night, g'day, good riddance! Bah! :p