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You Have Feet in Your Shoes

23 Feb

I wore two shoes tonight.  Ha, funny.  I know what you are thinking.  For me, this is a big deal.  Doc said athletic shoe should be worn on Peg Leg by this weekend.  I figured Friday evening is this weekend and slipped off sexy slipper and on my new running shoe.  Yuck!  This feels terrible, scary, insecure and it kind of hurts.  These bones, ligaments and muscles are not used to pressure and weight.  I am limping.

A limp looks great with jeans and black trail running shoes with neon pink and green accents.   What do you wear with these?  I have never cared what my running shoes look like, just cared how they feel.  No one notices your shoes when they are caked with dirt and out on the lonely trails.  Now I notice them.  Gross.  But, maybe not as gross as the sexy sandal.  And, yes, I am still elated to not be lugging around Das Boot.  My sense of fashion is just a little challenged with the athletic shoe appendage.

I went to a great lunch to celebrate a friend’s birthday today at a small cafe in a quaint town nearby.  I felt really old when we first sat down.  Not because I am older than my pals, but because they were all inquiring about my Peg Leg and I was obliging them.  This is totally what old people do.  They lament, in great detail, their physical ailments and doctor appointments.  I am not yet into my fourth decade (ahem, ya, I may be bragging a little bit), yet I realized, that is me!  Holy cow.  Has five weeks of an injury really brought me to a screeching halt?  I have nothing else to offer?  Where did I go?   I think I used to be witty and had lots of interesting topics to discuss.  Instead, I segued nicely into asking about a friend’s knee injury (she tripped over a kid at a haunted house and tweaked her knee badly…this is a true and interesting story).  Again, though, this is what old people do.  Ailments, doctor appointments and medication are the main topics of conversation.

I am hardly done with Peg Leg, but I have a shoe. I hid Das Boot under my bed.  I am slow.  I hobble.  But, I am moving on.  I am young and free (he, he, he).  Come with me on a new journey.  Bring your running shoes or your George Foreman Grill.  We will get there on a trail or recipe, by recipe.  Mscooksalot might even join the gym to exercise with me…pressure is on.  Limitations are exhausting.  Peg Legs can limp to fun and excitement and stories about living life rather than slowing down.  I’m too young for this shit.

Another one from the best:  You have brains in your head.  You have feet in your shoes.  You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.  You’re on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the  guy who’ll decide where to go.  -Dr. Seuss

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Foot Freedom

21 Feb

It is hard to describe the liberating feeling of wearing a small (albeit ugly) sandal instead of Das Boot.  I  feel light and like I can do anything.  Seriously.  With the doc’s OK to be up as much as I can tolerate (thank the holy lands I have a high pain tolerance…), I have been to the gym with my sandal every day, cleaned and cooked, walked one dog, hit TJs and the market, shopped for a friend just for fun…taking my time wandering around the store without checking my watch to make sure I haven’t gone over my allotted minutes.

I can even sleep without the sandal.  Ah, so nice to wiggle my toes in the covers, to roll over without creating an earthquake in my bed (Not that kind!  Get your minds out of the gutter.  I am talking about feet.)

And…drum roll…I showered without a trash bag and tape!  I have to balance on my heel, but wow.  Wow. Wow.  What a difference to be able to stand under the water, to wash my hair without having to duck my head down while sticking my boot out of the spray and washing my locks upside down.  I can shave both legs.  My sandal fits through the hole of underwear, my swim suit and boot leg jeans, so I can change without having to undo velcro, redo velcro, tuck in pants, etc. All these positives are enough to overlook the ungodly sight of the sandal.

The clincher is that I only have two more days with this sexy sandal.  I bought new running shoes today.  I feel like my comfort zone is not too far away.  Is this the light at the end of the tunnel?  I have survived 5 weeks tomorrow.  I have 3 weeks until new orthotics  are casted and 2 weeks after that until they are ready.  So, 5 more weeks of easy, but not sitting on my ass.  I can handle that.

Sexy Sandal

19 Feb

We rushed home today so I could make my appointment at the podiatrist.  I was both apprehensive and excited to see what he had to say.  I was also totally over Das Boot after hiking in Yosemite.  I have raw wounds on my ankles from Das Boot, my leg is sore from hoisting it around and in general, it stinks from wearing it 24/7 for nearly five weeks.  TMI, I know, but this is reality.  It is not pretty.

My podiatrist is nice enough, but he is a surgeon and pretty much all business.  While my foot is most important and consuming to me, I don’t think it is very interesting for him in the scheme of his daily encounters with foot trauma.  He is jovial today though, talkative and says, “Are you ready to be done with that thing?”  I almost jump for joy, although this would not be too joyful to watch because I would be hopping on only one leg.  He is referring to Das Boot!  “Yes, I have been hauling that thing around Yosemite for the past four days.”  He is clearly impressed.

He replaces Das Boot with a black, velcro sandal.  I put on my sock, then he slips on the sexy Jimmy Choo velcro sandal.  He says, “You can keep that on for the X-ray.”  When the tech comes to get me, he asks me to remove the sandal and I reassure him that Doc says I can keep it on.  He frowns, but says, “OK” and goes about the different angles for the X-Ray.  I am beaming.  I am sure these are the prettiest X-rays ever taken because I am in a Jimmy Choo sandal and not Das Boot!

Doc comes into exam room to review the X-rays with me and starts laughing.  It seems he meant I could keep my sock on, not the sandal.  Oops.  He finds this hysterical and the X-ray tech is mortified.  I apologize. I hope he doesn’t lose his job because of Peg Leg and her bossy personality.

Doc pulls up the X-rays on the computer monitor and holy moly, I have a screw in my foot! A big screw.  Wow.  I am dumbfounded and feel idiotic.  I didn’t ever ask how all this bone cutting and maneuvering was secured, but it is clear on the X-ray.  Did he tell me this?  Was I so traumatized by surgery that I blocked it out?  Was I so nervous that I didn’t ask enough questions.

Well, it is neither here nor there now.  My bone incision has healed perfectly, the screw is in place and I no longer have Das Boot.  More surprising than any of this is that I can wear my running shoes starting this weekend!  I can even “lightly jog” starting this weekend.  Can you believe this? I was smiling so hard my face hurt.  I have to be careful because my bones are not strong in that foot after so much time in a boot, but did you get it?  I can jog!

I asked if I could throw Das Boot away, but Doc said not yet.  I will invite you all to the burning or drowning of Das Boot when I am authorized.  Until then, start training.  I will be dragging you all out to the trails soon enough…or the elliptical at the gym in the meantime.  Watch out, I’m coming for you.

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