Feet, jesus, spooning dogs, goats and Birkenstocks

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Well, is it? ^

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The ‘Woomba ^

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Post Pent-Warming ^ Pent got warmed.

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Cannulation. ALWAYS have perfect peds in case of emergency.

*a brief intermission*

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Yeah. Eff off, Jesus.

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I do have *unreal* feet. Surely something had to go my way …

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My balcony. Magically warm on the peds in winter.

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With Billy Bob in Bangers, near the farm.

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Still not sure …

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Mmmmmm, blood-a-licious.

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Blood THAT far up the line isn’t a good look. Nor is a cannula in your foot, but it can always be worse.

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At oncology clinic.

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Aesop. Spa. Place up in Moolools. Oh, yeah.

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Not feet, but leg centric. And Bert, my protector/best spooning partner ever. Bertle is my main man ♥  ♥  ♥

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Praise Baxter bottles of Cefalothin 🙂 Gotta love thyself a hospital chapel.

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So we’ve determined that I have great feet, so why do they always cannulate them? #shitIVaccess

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Pro Hart approves.

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Feet on the clinic desk wheel-of-fortune!

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Hospital selfie.

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Oh, Bert … you ARE special.

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Last weeks transplant clinic feet on the desk Wheel of Fortune …

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Because I can.

12 thoughts on “Feet, jesus, spooning dogs, goats and Birkenstocks

  1. Bert! He’s The Man!! Plus, yes, you do have gorgeous feet and pedis always make me contemplate adding to-do list (for me, they are abandoned along with other tasks like hairdressers, beauticians lol).

    Beautiful post Carls xoxo ❤ 🙂

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