Get to pick up my new shoes and inserts today. Seventy-eight bucks for the co-pay, much better than the price without insurance. One of the many, MANY joys of being diabetic.
It’s rather impressive – they take an impression of the soles of my feet to be sure the inserts match my arch, etc for the best support. And the shoes are sturdy, leather-top with a nice sole. Comfortable, for shoes. And extra inserts to be able to replace after six months. I usually get extra inserts for my slippers and boots. Might as well go all the way, no?
I hate having my feet handled, especially with the neuropathy. And being lectured each year about trimming my own toe nails. (They think I should be having it done “professionally” rather than doing it myself. Too great a chance to injure my feet, I guess.)
Then Monday I get to see the doc about the cramps in my leg.
The joys of getting older with diabetes.
Such … joy.