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15:22 - 08/18/2012 My bra is 34D lace a three row hook and eye affair. Hard to find even when in good health physically and financially. Western made brands only for me to be comfortable. Women's unmentionables have to be the foundation for all other layers of clothing. What clothing is on offer in stores? Short or no waisted, no bust or full of foam, no hips to speak of; I don't look like a little boy. I come from solid British/Scots/Swedish genetic stock, which means generous curves for female off-spring. My hair has grown to waist-length, so a good scrunchie is not easy to find either. Shoes - well after 6 babies flattened my feet, no cheap knock-offs will do, although my physiotherapist was in despair of me successfully walking in my one time only dumpster-acquired, leather shoes, that I had worn so much that the soles were worn through. Down at the heels, as she said. She emphasised that I needed good support around the heels so that I wouldn't trip, a constant danger walking with A+ - he has massive feet and treads on my heels often. One of these days I'm going to do a face plant, leaving me with a bashed up face to match the rest of my body. The body that has betrayed my careful exercise regime. Right-sided ataxia means the muscles don't hold me up or in on the right side. Pain on the left from trying to hold it together. Bleagh. Tired. Have to go now. Next time, dear diary, I'll tell you about the Patients' Bill of Rights (Canadian-style) and how far I can walk on any given day - it's getting better all the time. � � |