My Sister-in-law,
Susan, my older brother Steve's wife,
sent me a photo of her legs.
They asked me to send them a photo of my wound.... Afterward, Susan wrote, "Steve grimaced and I totally would have cried and still would be crying. Of course my legs are prettier than yours! "
Well she's right. My legs were never beautiful. Now i am going to have a Frankenstein scar.
Send me a photo of YOUR legs, and I'll post them here.
[L to R.] Sister Lynn, the question sister, Dad, David, Lynn's husband.
Note: Dad's legs are wrapped like mine with compression bandages. He's 89 and diabetic requiring the compression to combat poor circulation. Both Dad and I go to a Wound Care facility.
His is in Searcy, and mine is in Stuart.
These are the very lovely legs of Gene Gould,
computer tech extraordinaire. Gene still works at PSAV, where i did for 27 years. (I think you can see a keyboard and monitor in this shot, where he is probably doing some fancy heal tapping.)
Similar shot to one i took back in April of this year.
Thanks for sharing - MORE?
authors comment:
i noticed Thursday night as i watched some relaxing TV, leg elevated above my heart, that i was NOT drinking my dad's root beer and yes, eating peanuts. The irony is, my Dad loves peanuts.
So the oxymoron in this must be me?
Remember, it's not a beauty contest. It's 'a lovely leg review!'
- Peg Leg Skip