Had kind of an exciting morning. One of my NF2 friends fell transferring to her wheelchair and couldn't get back to it. She was basically OK, but home alone on the floor. She was emailing us and just waiting for someone to get home. One of the friends had EMS go to her house and help her back to the chair. It all ended up good and the rescue guys were cute.
I'm going in to the dr next month and getting a growth cut off the bottom of my left foot that's been bugging me for a few years. I can't really afford it but it's getting more painful this year and I have to go in anyway and re-sign the paperwork I need to get my pain meds anyway. I have to do that a couple times a year. I agree to surprise blood tests to make sure I'm not taking anything else, agree to let any pharmacy let my dr know of any drugs I get there, agree not to sue if I get hooked, etc. I don't mind doing it, I don't take anything illegal and I'm not going to get myself addicted. I do need them to get through the work days though. I guess it's a combination of the NF and an "interesting" life in my younger years catching up with me.