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My diabetes in my old age is wrecking a toe on my left foot. In my family, nobody dies with two feet. It's generational and always end with a massive heart attack (done, plus quadruple heart bypass). then a weakened heart unable to pump blood to the feet lets the rot begin. I am there now. I have a toe rotted to the bone.

So I dox myself, that is, I am taking Doxycycline in a probably futile effort to save the foot. Be lucky to only lose a toe. If the MRI comes back saying that the infection is gone deep, I will just go home with no surgery. I have already taken actions against the inevitable. Contacted all the relatives and and will be driving back to New Orleans to have agoing-away party. Everything is in the wifey's name. One the way back home (Florida) we will spend a day at Fort Walton Beach where that quartz crystal sand may freely enter the gaping wound and I intend to leave it there.

Donating my body to science to save on the cost of a friggin' funeral nad burial. And finally, I just want to say a fond farewell to all you wonderul goats. I was on old Voat and Poal back in the day, and it's opened my eyes more than you might believe. Thank for the education and comraderie. I'll be thinking of you when I breathe my last.