I am sitting here wondering if my arms are ever going to get back to their natural coloring. My cardiologist was finally convinced to reduce my dosage of aspirin. So the mark and blue blacks (childrenese) have gotten less and less. Just as the markings are almost gone, I end up in the ER again. Now my skin is very fragile due to the lack of collagen. Any pressure and I bruise or the skin breaks and bleeds. When they put the tourniquet on my arm some of my skin got caught and broke. Or should I say it was torn.
Now I am grateful for any medical care I receive. And I know these problems are not created deliberately. But come on God. Give me a break. If I don't have the mark and blue blacks (childrenese) then I am covered with scabs. I look like a diseased old lady. Plus I have those horrible bat wings on the underside of my upper arms. Not to mention the turkey neck. Oh well. I guess it is the price you pay for living this long. I was looking at the family tree. I have lived longer than any of my ancestors. They all died in their sixties or younger. They all died due to heart/heart related disease. My sister lived til 74. I have just less than one year to go to surpass her. The up side is that I wouldn't have found DC and all good friends if I had followed my ancestors.
Time to start another day!
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"