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Sunday, April 13, 2008

Getting in Touch with my Inner Imelda Marcos

So I went to the Dr. on Thursday - I'm ok, just a 3-month checkup to make sure I'm not snarfing down all the chocolate in Illinois and destroying my blood sugar levels. While I was there I asked about my ankle/heel/foot thingy, and Dr. Nick agreed it sure does sound like Achilles Tendonitis.

Then he look at my shoes.

Ruh roh, Reorge...

Apparently running amok in my bare feets at home, and wearing my cute and previously oh-so-comfortable ballet flats is somewhat taxing to one's Achilles tendon. Boo. Hiss. Phooey.

So! The solution, says Dr. Nick - is to go buy shoes!!! Buy shoes with heels - they don't need to be HIGH, just a bit of a heel to take some of the pressure off the tendon.

Whatta guy - a Dr. who gives you a prescription to go SHOES SHOPPING!!!!

*smile*

Now, he did say to get a pair of tennies for at home - but that's just not likely to happen, as my feet don't like shoes at all at all at all at all, so when we are home and it's just me and the cats and the toes - the toes get to run amok naked. bleh.

In other news - someone's going to be rather upset when their dog gets home tonight.

Eau de Pepe LePew is in the air. I heard a dog making some rather upset noises, and now the delicate aroma of "skunk" is floating on the breeze.

281 days

2 Comments:

  • At 10:31 PM, Blogger BBC said…

    I'm ok, just a 3-month checkup

    A 3 month check up? Hell, you have seen more doctors in five years than I've seen in my whole life.

    Doctors kill as many people as anything else does, it's just more expensive to die that way.

    You are going to die anyway, so don't sweat it, I accepted that at 25.

    Live it, Sew, just fucking live it, you are not here for that much longer, you may not be here tomorrow, so just live it.

    If you are omnipresent there is nothing to fear but the future, your future and your ability to continue on here in human form.

    Death, it is so much not a concept to me. Hugs, baby. Cheer up, it will get worse, and then it will get better. Not in this life time as you know it, but in others. This is just one part of you.

    Trust me, hugs.

     
  • At 1:20 AM, Blogger The Future Was Yesterday said…

    I won't get started on women's shoe choices, since I think I married Imelda's sister.:)

    Nor will I say "sensible shoes makes a lot of aches and pains go away."

    More than once.:P

     

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