About a month or so I realized that when I woke up I had ankles but by the afternoon my ankles were swollen and gross.
They never hurt, so maybe it had been happening for months before and I hadn't noticed.
I told my GP, Mike Olsen, two weeks ago and he told me to stop taking one of my medications--Amlodipine besyate . I don't know what that was, but I'm glad to be down to 2 prescribed meds and it is 12:32 a.m. on September 9 and I still have ankles.
God bless Mike Olsen and God bless my ankles. So good to see you so late at night.....
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