Much as I have resisted, I guess the days of cute shoes and strappy sandals have come to a screeching halt for Yours Truly. Last night, I chose to walk to church because my back was bothering me and I thought perhaps it came from inactivity over the weekend. Some time in the middle of the night, my knee wakened me, screaming in pain. I wore my cute summer sandals and thought it would be OK. They're not exactly orthopedic, but they are Easy Spirits. If I walked 2/10 of a mile, I would be surprised. Still, my knee was very angry with me.
The orthopaedic surgeon I saw on Friday said he thought because the pain is from the hips to the feet, I need to have my back looked at. Oh, goody! I get to consider back surgery as opposed to knee surgery.
Positive, keep it positive. Deep breath. OK. Thank You, Lord, that we live in a day and age when pain can be relieved by surgery and artificial knees. But, (whimper) do I have to? Do I really have to finally admit my age and become a little 'ole lady in sneakers? Looks like it more and more. Ugh!
When I was a child, people's shoes were an interest to me. Mom said I used to embarrass her, talking about people's shoes. Or that I wanted to give my baby shoes to babies we met. Today's fashions are wild, I admit, and most of them are way too young for me. Platforms? I didn't like those when they were popular in the 40' and 50's. I still don't like them. However, a nice, sedate pump. Un uh. Sneakers.
This morning, while shopping, I wore sneakers with my capri's. How precious. Still have the backache. So, Lord, what's next?
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