Sacrifice for Style. . .my story of yesterday

[shell in SC]

OK, I have these platform shoes. . .they're beaded and sequined. . .they are GORGEOUS!!!! The back is about a 3 inch wedge the front is about an inch. 2 years ago I fell wearing these shoes and spent 6 mths in a boot so that tendons/ligaments could heal. I swore I would NEVER wear those shoes again.

Did I throw them away???? No
Why???? I like them so much I couldn't bear to get rid of them.

So yesterday it was supposed to be in the 70's, spring is on it's way! YAY!!!! I break out THE SHOES, this is not the first time I've worn them since THE FALL. Well I guess I only heard what I wanted from the weatherman cause I didn't catch the torrential rain/severe storm part of the forecast. So DD and I are coming out of a restaurant from lunch. She had a routine f/u with the orthopaedist (which went GREAT BTW!).

Anyway, it's pouring down rain so I'm trying to walk fast through the rain to the car. The next thing I know. . .I'm sprawled out on the sidewalk. I'm dry whining (crying with no tears. . .although DD SWEARS there were tears), the man who saw the fall (it doesn't get any better than that does it. . .a non-familial witness) is trying to help me get up, it's pouring down rain and my foot hurts so bad that I can't get up just yet. Did I mention it was pouring down rain and I'm sitting on the wet sidewalk. . .I guess I did. . .sorry. So I sit there getting more and more soaked. DD took the shoes and I get up and walk to the car. DD (who is 18 BTW) is offering to drive. . .in the pouring rain. . .I don't think so. She's telling me that my foot is HUGE it has to be broken. I drive the hour home. . .in pain.

I get home and in the house, sit down and OMG. . .MY FOOT IS HUGE. . .It looks like I have a golf ball growing out of my ankle!!!! DH comes home proudly proclaims that it's broken (He has a PhD, but sometimes acts like he's an MD) rushes me to the hospital. . .bottom line. . .I have strong bones. . .there's no break. Weaker bones would have snapped like a twig the dr. says. So I'm hobbling around on crutches indefinately. DS went from calling me "Fluey" when I was sick to "crip".

Shew. . .what a day! I'm glad it's over! Thanks for reading, I would have put it on my blog, but well, my blogs not up and running yet.

shell

PS. . .I GOT VICODIN. . .that is all

[Brigitte]

What I want to know is where are the shoes now? In your closet, the Goodwill box, or the trash can?;)

I am glad you did not suffer a break. Enjoy those Vicodin. :D

[shell in SC]

DD snagged those shoes while I was still sprawled on the pavement and told me that I would never see them again, which is fine by me!!!!

[Kelli in TN]

I think you need an intervention.

Can you post a picture of the shoes? Then we will take a vote and decide for you whether or not these shoes are worthy of this level of suffering.

Of course, if vicodin is available I am not sure how much suffering is actually going on.:D

[PrairieAir]

No shoes are worth that! I am amazed at all the ladies who wear heels--some very spiky, tall heels at that--and wedges on a regular basis. You'd think there would be more of this happening. Maybe they are all just more coordinated than me. When dh tells me stilettos would be sexy on me, I just ask him if the neck brace would be as well.:rolleyes:

[unsinkable]

So sorry about your ankle and your GO-JUS (a funny way of saying gorgeous) shoes but I have to give you 10 points for using the term "dry whining." So dang funny!

Hope you heal fast!

[shell in SC]

Kelli. . .DD has the camera today, she's not home. I'm trying to find a picture of them on the net, but a vote would be a pointless b/c DD has already decided that I will not wear them again!!!! The intervention will not be necessary. . .I have already kicked the habit! But thanks!

Funny thing is, PrairieAir, I have worn my share of spiky high heels in my day and never had a problem. Granted that was back in my younger years. . .maybe that's a hint. I don't wear them anymore though.

I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. . .lots of sore muscles!

[shell in SC]

The term "Dry whine" comes from the fact that lots of whining goes on in my house and the whiners have perfected it. . .they can actually shed tears when they whine. Just b/c there's tears doesn't mean it's a cry!

[mcconnellboys]

My only question is, will the shoes be cremated or simply buried? Surely they will not be allowed to survive to maim others....????

Regena

[Mrs Mungo]

What size are the shoes? Maybe you could donatedsaid shoes to someone less...err...accident prone? But that person would not be me. I cut my head open at Disneyland Paris running smack into a wall in the Swiss Family Robinson caverns.