To be reluctant to give up heels is mere vanity. Yes, possibly. But I’d still like it to be due to a gradual snuggling down into comfortable maturity than by one fell swoop of scalpel and saw. Be that as it may, if the dratted toe carries on like this I might have said yes.
Toes are important. Especially big toes, which have a major effect on balance. I know. I danced on the things for long enough, which may explain some of the problem. So important are they, that they even made their way into Heart of Albion… though I maintain that my moors did not, in fact, set out to damage ‘Don’s’ toe… it was more a reciprocal arrangement, although the rock probably recovered quicker, to be fair.
Mine have suffered. Particularly the left one, now sporting a large cyst in the bone on top of everything else, which has been variously and viciously crushed by doors and a particularly virulent pair of size 12’s, as well as bearing the brunt of my futile desire to become a ballet dancer. Futile, I might add, largely because of what I did to the other leg… But we will gloss over that unfortunate series of events. Safety mats on trampolines are not supposed to break legs. Falling off the platform of the bus on the way home from having the cast removed was just unfortunate. As was the power cut in heels…. Not to mention falling down the steps carrying the glass bowl when the cast caught on the threshold. It could happen to anyone. It was a long year.
Of course, it has been mooted by persons several and nameless that I might be accident prone. Rubbish. The glass that shredded my wrist bounced. And what kind of lunatic leaves thin stakes in plants anyway… some idiot might well bend over and put their eye out, as the saying goes. Only I didn’t… I just got it stuck in my eyeball. Didn’t even hurt… though pulling the stake out again was decidedly different… and I can’t say much for the hospital’s side of the proceedings. And I have witnesses for the coffee pot that has left a litre’s worth of scars on some of the softer parts of my anatomy. It just exploded. Although that made it into the book too… hmmm..
I might take the blame for accidentally cutting a tendon opening oysters. That’s fair enough… they make chain mail gloves for that… Or half sawing my finger through with the carving knife when I’d locked myself out… long story, it made sense at the time. But no-one can blame me for the drunk driver rearranging my face. And the telegraph pole my mother hit is to blame for the nose. Nor can I be blamed for the kneecapping on the grapes. Not my fault. Who could possibly expect to crack a kneecap on a grape? Or a half severed finger from drying a mug?
So quite where they get the idea I am accident prone is beyond me.
Be that as it may, I’m not having the toe fused. I’m fed up with scalpels and people fiddling around with bits of my internal anatomy that should remain decently ensconced in their skin. It is nothing to do with the heels issue. I wear flatties most of the time if I wear shoes at all… a excitable dog and heels is asking for trouble, well, my dog and heels anyway… and you can’t tramp the moors in stilettos. Well, okay, you can, but it ruins the heels and is really awkward on stiles, trust me… And at five foot an extra inch or two of heel doesn’t make a lot of difference.
No, what swung it was the car. I could probably manage alone for the several weeks you’re not supposed to walk on the thing. I can hobble. But three months without the car is three months unable to work and earn what passes for a living… and confined to base! Not possible… and not happening. I shall resist. Pass the cortisone.
So, why am I moaning about a toe I refuse to have fixed? Because today my foot feels like a small furnace… as if a miniature dragon has taken up residence in the aforementioned cavernous cyst and is having a field day blowing fire through the bones in a wicked parody of central heating. Ani looks perturbed as I stand and squeal every so often, and was most put out when I screamed as she sat on it. It was hurting so much I thought a nice bath might help… but it ‘went’ on the stairs sending me grabbing for the bannister, which, due to the assistance of the small dog, I missed, banging my head on the wall. Which is how toes give you a headache.
So I am taking a book and an ice pack to bed…very carefully. It’s safer up there!
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Oh you poor thing, take care.
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Even careful I’d probably still manage to do something ridiculous 🙂
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lol None of them things sounds prone at all… :p
Hot, however, is not good… you’ll be needing some of them Auntie Bio Ticks! xx
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Nope… no Ticks for me….Auntie Inflams perhaps… oh no, wait.. can’t take the buggers…
Ice pack. xx
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lol Oh, dear… get the peas out! xx
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Bought special 🙂 x
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Oh dear! Oh dear! You have been in the wars haven’t you 😉 I shouldn’t chuckle…I really, really shouldn’t lol…but you know…!! And that wonderful image did nothing to help the fit of chuckles….really! However, deep breath…self control…lol I hope you make a speedy recovery! And do be more careful in future! 😉
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Well if I can laugh at myself I think that makes it open season…. 😉
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Having a sense of humour makes the bad things that happen in life far more tolerable 😉 Especially when it involves a chuckling Wolfie!
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Oh yes 🙂 with you absolutely there!
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please proceed with caution, a ceiling could fall in on you )
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Wouldn’t surprise me at all 😉
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Hope you feel much better soon, Sue. Sounds like you’ve been through it with feet and legs. Have you tried Birkenstocks? Not the most fashionable, but they allow one to walk without too much pain. Epson salt soaks may soothe things a bit, too. So sorry to hear you’re in pain. Take good care of yourself, WG
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Steel toe caps are probably more appropriate 🙂
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There’s a certain “punk” fashion statement to be made there, Sue…. Do hope the pain, and the problem, subside. I managed a walk yesterday 😉 And found flowers blooming here. 20s again last night, but we had a warm day and sun, for a change. Please take good care of yourself, WG
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All grey and damp here again today.. plenty of flowers though! 🙂 Glad you are feeling better.
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Its about time! All of Feb. so far with this URI, and up again early this morning to take meds, etc. But my energy is returning, and that is a huge blessing 😉 Is there flooding near your community? Flowers love the damp, though maybe not the grey so much. XXX
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Everywhere is soaked.. the fields are like rice paddys.. just liquid mud. And we are lucky here that there is no major flooding, just the river over the banks about 50 yards wide when it should be no more than a few feet.Other places are very badly hit.
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I’m glad to hear there is no major flooding near you, Sue, but the soaking does what it does to infrastructure, lives, and livelihoods. I followed your link to SP. Are you familiar with the work done in the field of “remote viewing” ? your story causes me to wonder “who” found it necessary to break into the meditation and scatter your group…. XXX Please be aware of this, and remain extra vigilant with your current work. Love and light….
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Yes, I am aware of that field, but I think this was something different. I wasn’t with the group at that particular time. xxx
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I’m offline for a while as duty calls to prepare breakfast- will return a little later at your email 😉 WG
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And I’m busy editing 🙂 Apart from a little housework I was all done by half eleven 🙂 Now to knuckle down.
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Major ouch!! Take it easy.
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No chance 🙂 But I’ll try and stay off the foot at least for a while 😉
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When I first saw your post and illustration, I thought: gout! I hope that’s not part of the fix that you’re in. I’ve had that and it’s not pretty. Heal. Get better fast and please watch where you’re going. 😉
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No .. noy gout, though there are days when it might as well be! But that old gout illustration pretty much says it all 🙂
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