Modern medicine....ah, it's a good thing

When I was a kid, I had "flat feet" and "they" tried to correct them with "gorgeous" shoes with corrective wedges. In college, I squeezed my feet into every wonderfully sexy shoe around, the pointier the better and the nicely paired these shoes with mini-skirts. In my twenties and early thirties I realized, "I have crappy feet" (enter a variety of miscellaneous maladies). Now, here I am 40, and I guess, the time has come. Deal with the feet, well at least one of them.

OK...yes, having surgery on your foot that essentially slices, dices, shaves, pins, and then stitches you and leaves you in a boot for six weeks and on crazy painkillers for a few days probably doesn't sound like the best thing ever, right? Maybe not, but...

If this were 1832, I would be walking with a cane for the rest of my life, or the village "doctor" would've made some crazy attempt at "healing" my foot, and Lord only knows what would've happened then...I might have six toes. OK, but I do think women wore much more sensible shoes back then...and they were in style.

The spouse(and the rest of us) has thoroughly enjoyed the delicious meals that several kind friends have brought. He commented that we should keep the boot around for awhile...

So, yeah...I'll take the boot (not because of the meals), but because I'm grateful. Grateful for doctors, nurses, surgeons....they are wicked smart, and wonderfully skilled. Everyone has been so helpful and I'm on the mend. My foot may even have it's "clock" set back about 20 years.

Sexy left foot anyone?

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