The title of this post is terrible but I kept it because it rhymed. Don’t judge. Or, if you do judge, judge by way of rhyming couplet.* So I’ve had diabetes for 32 years. Which is a long ass time. (Long ass … weird visual.) It’s not so long that I’m paranoid, but long enough that I’m becoming aware. Like it’s…
I remember being at Disney World when I was like 10 and seeing some lady’s feet underneath the stall. Her heels were light gray and cracked and dry looking, and I recall smugly looking at my own kid feet and thinking, “My feet look soft.” Hahahahahahaha old age has caught up with me in a hot hurry. My heels looked…