Loving life with Lymphedema

My dog Penny is the sweetest Golden you'll even meet, however she is still a puppy.  I'll hand it to her, it's a very short list of items she has chewed that she wasn't suppose to.  The kids artwork, an ornament my son made (wow, what does she have against the kids!?) and the corner of a rug.  But the most devastating possession- my slippers.  My simple $14.99 Target slippers.  I called them my polar bear feet, because they were white faux fur . . and at times that's how big I feel!  Yes, you can laugh at that.  They even had a slit on the side, so I could slip them on over  Bertha . Most of the time when I find an inexpensive love item I'll buy two.  Why?  Why did I not do that with these slippers?  I am not a store shopper. What I mean is an all day shopping excursion leaves me exhausted.   Trying on clothes (that don't fit a lot of the time) for this lymphie sometimes bring me to tears . . . and sweating, ha ha!  I lo...

Having lymphedema I have pretty much had to say good-bye to pedicures.  (There is a greater risk for infection if you get cut etc.)  Which is ok with me, I've never been too keen on people touching my feet.  As for manicures, they were a thing of the past as well ever since putting compression stockings on has been a daily ritual.  No matter what I've tried it seems like my nails would chip or smudge after my morning exercise session of compression (hey I rhymed!)  My nails already looked like a kindergarten painted them before the smudges anyways . . . so nail polish and I parted ways and it was ok. I have never been very girly or cared too much about keeping my nails up, that's because I never knew how life could be with beautifully polished nails.  However, the day I found shellac my world changed.  With shellac I had gorgeous nails that didn't chip or smudge no matter how much I beat them up.  I could put on my compression stocking right aft...