My Inner Lymphediva
I’ve been researching lymphedema products on-line and printed off a few things to take to the physical therapist this morning (Cathe – aren’t you glad I switched clinics?)
These aren’t custom-sized like I think I’d eventually end up with – but they’ve got to be better than the gauze and the wraps. I hope. Puffy fingers crossed.
I really want to get the compression sleeves that are pretty. Lymphedivas (click here to take a quick look at them…the photos are copyrighted, which is stupid because, duh? free advertising here at kitschinlogic? let me right click your photo!)
They are a bit pricey. But definitely worth it if I can wear them. Because really? The wrap shit? It isn’t working for me. Not with the fingers that had been wrapped by the professional. Imagine what will happen when I take over the wrapping. They’ll fall right off. But hey, the fingernails will still be on them!
My new cleaning people came yesterday. They did a “deep cleaning” which took 3 hours. Every other week they’ll do a “regular” cleaning that will probably take half as much.
I have to tell you. I think I’m in love with them. What they did to my house is fantastic. And there’s no guilt with having my older sister kill herself, cleaning my house.
Speaking of my sister. She’s having a garage sale today and tomorrow. I brought over a bunch of stuff last night. Alot of fiestaware. If it doesn’t sell, do you guys want me to put it up at kitschinart? Let me know. I’ve marked it at half of retail price. Don’t worry. I’m not giving up the fiestaware, just the colors I don’t want: evergreen, gray, periwinkle, cinnabar, cobalt…and lots of stuff I have too much of. Lordy, I have way too much fiestaware.