I'm Asking Santa for New Feet
Yes, that's my request. It seems that my toes and feet take the brunt of everything. I've been nursing this blister...which continues to exist thanks to my productive 8 mile run today). My husband always seems to find my feet with his shoes, my kids drop things on my feet without thinking, and of course lately have been stepping on the blister. In the last 24 hours I've done my right foot in.
Yesterday afternoon as I picked up my youngest son for his nap, he hung onto the pull out drawer our tupperware is in, pulling it off the track and dropping it perfectly square in the middle of my right foot. It brought tears to my eyes. Cramped up my foot. Had me surpressing words my children should not hear. It's swollen and very bruised...probably about the size of a lime in diameter. I didn't run last night as it hurt just to stand on it. This morning it felt much better, but looked much worse. As I've broken my feet three times before between the two feet (yes, three times), I know what it feels like to have a broken foot. I've run on broken feet, so I also know what it feels like to run on a broken foot. This doesn't feel broken. Luckily.
After my run and something to eat, I set to work tackling my to-do list around the house while my husband managed the two children...and eventually took them to his parent's house so he could work on some of his projects. While they were gone I scurried around cramming in as much cleaning as I could. I tackled some lingering projects like cleaning the junk drawer and the mudroom pantry that I can't do with the kids as they'd get into SO much trouble it wouldn't be worth the effort. I also finally cleaned the highchair. It's been sitting waiting for a thorough cleaning before we pack it away in the basement for weeks now. I just haven't found the time to drag it outside, pull it apart, wash it down, then pour hot water over the crannies I can get to...and anyone who has cleaned a highchair knows what I'm talking about. Food goes places no cloth can reach. As I was taking the tray off I went to set it on our stone wall and it fumbled and fell...right on the toe of my right foot. Insult to injury. Literally. It bled...and bled...and bled. I cleaned the highchair with an ice pack on my toe being pushed down by my "good" foot. It continued to bleed. It's now bruised, and I'll probably lose the nail...can you tell...that's happened before.
Long story short. I have more trouble with my feet than is humanly necessary. My Mom suggested tonight I wear shoes all of the time. I'm thinking that is pretty smart. Maybe at least slippers. Right now I'm glad I had a good run today and that I'm off tomorrow. One more day of rest for the blister...and now the swollen foot and bruised toe. Is someone trying to send me a message???