The toes knows

 

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home...

Every time I see my naked toes, I start saying that nursery rhyme. I went to the podiatrist's to check on the health of my toes. I'd never even had a pedicure. It wasn't quite the same, as no soaking nor massage was included. I had to massage my own feet...when I got home. But my nails are happily trimmed, not the photo above which is the "before" shot. I'm waiting to find out the results of test on the left foot's big toe which may have a fungus among us.

And in the waiting room was an Easter Tree. It was already 2 weeks past Easter, so I'm wondering what the next decorations might be. Memorial Day? Nah. May Day isn't likely either, living in this Bible Belt town, even though some friends will dance a May Pole in a nearby park in a few weeks. Sorry I don't have a return appointment to find out what they do with the tree the rest of the year!

Outside the medical building were the faces of these lovely little pansies.

The building at the top of my hill has some nice iris blooming.

Today I'm going to check with the pulmonologist's team as to next treatments after being home from hospital for 2-1/2 weeks. Tomorrow I see the Infectious Disease team. There was a late test result which may still need treatment. I'll hope (fingers and toes crossed) I don't need more antibiotics.

When we feel safe, our creativity unfolds like a beautiful flower.