My runner friend said she had gotten to try the weight-assist treadmill at a race expo once. It was weird to be in the pants lifting me up--the guy kept asking how it felt and I was mostly unable to say because I was so focused on the weirdness
Now deciding if I should go dancing. And if it will hurt my foot. And if I want to go given that it is hot outside (though perfectly comfy indoors, without A/C, I know it will be hot at the second story ballroom full of sweaty dancers).
That's awesome news, Tep!
I've seen the ads for Humira. That stuff doesn't mess around.
In Me Medical news, the bills for my bloody nasal adventure are coming in, and once again I owe HR flowers for the kick-ass insurance I have. I don't have the bills for the individual ER doctors, but so far I'm completely covered on the ER itself, which I was dreading.
I hope that works out, Steph.
Lot of Penny-come-back~ma.
I've seen the ads for Humira. That stuff doesn't mess around.
It's fascinating, in the my-husband-is-a-guinea-pig-for-my-medical-fascination way.
I'm glad he can get the medicine.
Penny came home. If I weren't such a night owl she'd have been out until day light but there she came trotting out of the dark like no big deal.