The good news is that it heals, but I have to take care of the foot. That means no more strappy sandals or high heels this summer, at least. And there we have a problem. Not only am I limited to 2 pairs of Sketchers that I bought yesterday (and for the price I paid for them, those suckers should connect wirelessly to the Internet anywhere I go!), but they look like shoes that everybody else wears.
Therein lies the problem, because I'm probably the only person in the world that wants to avoid what everybody else is doing. Seriously. I refused to even consider a Toyota Camry in 2006 after the commercial with the store camera where they called for the person in the Camry to turn do something, and everybody left the store. They then proudly announced that they were the #1 selling and most common car in America. Nope, out. As I told Rick, I don't want my car to look like 15 others in the parking lot everywhere I go. And it certainly doesn't - now that Pontiac is dead, there aren't many Grand Prix's to confuse my car with these days.
I know that I really have no choice and will have to settle for "fitting in" with my footwear for a few months, no matter how it infringes on my authenticity and personality. But then again, I suppose there are many other ways for me to express that:clothes, jewelry, belts, purses, nail polish - hope still lives in many areas. It's really a small price to pay too, all things considered. This is about a 2-3 on my pain scale and a 1-2 on my inconvenience scale. The sprained ankle 5 years ago was a lot more painful, and the tendinitis in my right arm 4 years ago was terribly inconvenient. After seeing 3 people in arm splints at church today, I said ok, at least I can hobble along with this one, because if I can't type then I do have a problem, between my job and my writing. Foot and leg injuries hurt more, while hand and arm injuries are horribly inconvenient and problematic. They garner less pity, too, because people see wrist splints so often that they ignore them. If you're limping, people are more likely to scoot out of the way a little faster. With an arm injury, you just have to whack them with your splint.
I'm just kidding. Maybe.
Well, people that think I'm a little too weird should be happy with my shoes at least for the next few months. My feet will "fit in" nicely, although I don't make any promises of blending in any other ways. Oh yes, you'll see the purple nail polish yet, my friends.
That's all today. Take care, and have a great week.