The Pedicure

I left the house yesterday with the only mission being "get some boxes." 

I decided that I also wanted/needed a pedicure. I think I had one in July, and Linda and I were supposed to have a sisters' date while we were in Maine, but that didn't happen. Sadly.

Fast forward yet another month, and man. My toes were not summer happy. "Ratchet" would be how I'd describe them. 

I had trimmed my toenails, so don't be gross with your thinking that I had some talons or some shit. Nope. They weren't a mile long. They looked shitty. The polish had grown off most of the toes, except the big ones. Thankfully it was a light grey/silver formerly sparkly polish. I don't think other people were looking at my feet saying "Eww." But I sure was. 

I headed over to the mall and walked into the basement corridor where the salon was. 

Only, they weren't. 

The salon was gone, as was each of the other four stores in that little corridor, and the not quite any good Chinese restaurant. Hmmmm. Weird? No sign saying they'd moved or relocated. 

The internet is in my pocket every day, so I looked them up. Google said they were open, their website didn't indicate anything negative. So I called up. 

The girl said they'd been moved by the mall, and she could get me in for 4pm. "But before you come, call me, I'll meet you." 

I went to the liquor store for the boxes. I went and had my bloodwork done.

Back to the mall. I parked, went in, and called the girl. She had told me what doors to come in, and found me quickly. 

She took me to what looked like doctors offices with a sign that said "My Salon: Suite" in a part of the mall I'd not seen before. 

Each room was for a hairdresser, and her little nail salon had been moved into a series of these one seater stalls. 

"What's up with this?" I asked her. 

"Oh. The mall got bought, and they're moving things around. We're getting a nice new space upstairs and our shop and the others in that section are all closed. So. We're waiting. And they put us here. Until maybe Halloween, we hope it will get finished sooner." 

Oh okay. 

Her manicure technician was working on an elderly gentleman's hands. "That's right," she said in a cute fast voice, "We roll with it. We make do and we get through. It is all we can do. We got this." 

She was super cute and I told her "that's right. It's what we do. And I'm here for it." My pedicure girl, the woman who answered the phone (and I think she is the owner too) and the manicurist all cheered. The elderly gentleman laughed. 

They don't even have the pedicure chairs hooked up to a water supply. My technician had to fill a bowl and dump water into a plastic container that my feet were in. So I didn't get the jacuzzi with the LED lites all up on my feets. 

She did good by doing an extra nice foot rub. 

All told, I'm happy to support a small business that is doing the best they can. And my toes look very un-ratchet, I must say. 

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. walk 23 min/1.09 mi. Inside walk, 15 min/.66 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 124
4:45pm: 100
9:45pm: 109

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
11:30am: BLT salad (only with spinach not lettuce, so... BST?) 
2pm: met+glip
6:00pm: nachos, cheese, guac, ground beef
white wine
9:30pm: met+glip