Bionic Woman

So yesterday I had my annual physical, which cost 210 dollars, since I went to my doctor in NH. I've been going to her for many years and I'm a girl who likes tradition.

Anyhoo, turns out I am officially old enough to warrant a mammogram, and I'll be sure to blog all about that delightful experience. I'm also going to get a bunch of blood tests I haven't had in quite some time, since those at least are covered by my insurance.

But the best news of all is that I don't have athletes foot. Since May I have been molting; the soles of my feet crack and peel and peel and crack, every few days. I thought it was a fungus and have tried various and sundry remedies, all to no avail. Meanwhile I have felt grossed out and embarrassed. Turns out what I really have is hyperkeratosis, which is when your body produces too many skin cells. Which means I have bionic feet! (Walnut recommended calling them dragon feet.) I grow skin on them much faster than the average person. I plan to start using them as a skin graft farm for burn victims tout de suite.

Well, either that or rub them with the steroid cream I got a prescription for to clear that mess up.