I hate fat feet days. Fat Feet do not hurt but they do feel little weird. “Snausage” toes are the reminder “things just ain’t right”. It is a benign but ugly warning that my heart is struggling and fluid is building. These are the days that I am grateful for flip-flops!
I find that I do best and am the happiest when I do not focus on or give this disease any attention, when I continue my life doing what I want and can do. Then just about the time I have convinced myself that I have this mess whipped....BAMM…fat feet!! Like my heart is talking back to me and saying....Oh no BITCH you are not going to do that!!
Heart failure does not have symptoms that anyone can see, so I CAN fool most of the people…most of the time. The only one I cannot fool is me, and these damn fat feet. Some days I am still afraid. Some days fat feet just plain scare me.
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