poetry, Doc S?
Like, maybe the Irish setter down the street would write this poem:
Where to go? I thought it fine
beside the scented pine,
upon redolent roots among the stones,
and pitchy cones...
But no, anent
along the path I went,
admired the dogwood and its bark,
and crossed the park
to watch a squirrel on the fence.
And then, since
time is not eternal for a dog
behind a fallen log
where the maple drops it wingιd seed
I don't know for sure if doing foot exercises and massage are helping, but it seems
there's less numbness lately. Could be just normal variation in the syndrome, it could be placebo effect (I feel better when I think
I can do something about my condition)...or maybe the old feets really are responding.
Got a copy of my bloodwork today, everything indicates horse-like healthiness.