When I came downstairs this morning, my wife noticed that I was leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Examination revealed that I had torn a callous off my right big toe, so I spent the day at the hospital having it looked at and dressed. The upshot is that i can walk, but not a lot. So, God willing, I'll be coming to see my daughter in Warsaw, but not camping over at Jonathan's. Instead, I plan to come over on Saturday only, so I'll still get to see you all and participate some, but not as much as I had hoped.
I can't see myself camping and such with this extra impediment laid on me.
This is just another thing that makes living with diabetes so much fun.