Tinydog. I love you. You will never return to the animal shelter. Some day you will get sick and precedent suggests I will spend ridiculous amounts of money to make you well. You sleep in my bed.
Please.
Please stop whining like I am abandoning you.
Alllll I am doing is trying to fit new insoles into my walking-around shoes. Yes, when I get them sorted out I will go run errands. But RIGHT NOW I am here and not even moving toward the door.
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Back to the foot doctor today. I’ve been taking it easy all week because on Monday I felt a distinct and terrifying pop on leaning over, and afterward felt pinching in the vicinity of the tendon, and then last night while settling down and shifting around to get the foot into the least uncomfortable position I felt a sharp cracking sensation followed by pain. OTC ibuprofen took care of it but it was terrifying. I had anxiety dreams about my foot coming off. Even my dreaming brain knew this wasn’t happening, because in the last one, I thought I was awake and desperately holding the foot in place, telling Damon I didn’t think we could wrap it up tight enough to walk on it, even in the boot, to go to the doctor to fix it, and he said it hadn’t come off, I was dreaming; so I said I would test it by giving it a good tug, but I was so scared I closed my eyes to do it and I felt it come off but when I looked I saw it was still attached but I could feel it in my hand. Yeah, I didn’t sleep well, but at least we now know that the opposite of “phantom limb” is “Peni secretly panicking.”
Anyway, the technician took three x-rays of it and the doctor said everything seemed fine. I even walked barefoot, except for a bootie, to the x-ray machine. The panel I stood on felt like it was rocking back and forth but I made it and wow, being able to feel the floor was nice. He said the swelling would go down “eventually,” to wear the boot for about two more weeks with the wedge at the lowest stage, and to schedule the PT and come back in two months. We’ll go buying tennis shoes this weekend - if I can walk barefoot to the x-ray I can try on tennis shoes. Though I really wish the swelling.would just go away. It’s hard enough to buy shoes without that and they’re likely to set us back a couple of hundred dollars. Better to get them too big than too small but if I have to wear them all summer instead of going barefoot I don’t want to be stuck wearing heavy socks. I’ll have to try them on with the compression sock on the bad foot and a regular sock on the good one and hope for the best. Yes I will look silly but I’d rather look silly than wear a compression sock on a foot that doesn’t need it. They’re not exactly comfortable or easy to put on.
The shoe shopping trip will be my first time out of the house not on medical business since the Sunday before Thanksgiving. I wish it was to do something fun; but maybe if I husband my strength we can stop somewhere nice when we finish. If we finish. It hasn’t happened since I discovered SAS, but growing up buying new shoes was a major ordeal that literally sometimes involved visiting every single shoe outlet in town.
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i hate shoes i hate buying shoes so much why does a little coffin for my feet need to be $600 FUCK OFF
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If I met you in real life I’d jump you and steal your left shoe so you know it’s me 😍😍
Jokes on you I don’t wear shoes
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I’m GENUINELY curious. I’ve kinda picked up that a lot of us have at least 1 part of the drawing process that we just fuckin,, hate. I know a lot of us have strong opinions on lineart. Mine is doing the flat colours, that shit is so boring. Rant about what you hate and why in the tags. This is a safe space to be a whiny bitch
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Why are we taught to defy nature? Wear shoes from the time we crawl, wrapped in cheaply made blanket in a home not full of love
Where is the dirt? The mud puddles when it rains, the muddy feet prints that toddle through the kitchen, the laughter that is swept by the wind
The wind- that gently tucks her hair behind her ear, the breeze carries his secrets to farther lands,
the wind that can be so unmercyful and cold as it takes lives but yet can bring warm rains that muddy the dry dirt
The mud the brings life to plants that need the rain brought by the wind- the plant that fule the muddy feet into running through the kitchen
And we're taught to hate that
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Shoes are hands down the hardest thing to draw
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