Yes, It's a Boot
So, last Wednesday I went to a podiatrist. I've been messing around for longer than I care to admit with an aching/painful left foot & ankle. I have (Achilles) tendinitis. And was given a boot. So I'm hobbling around on it until at least next week. This is bringing unwanted attention. You know, the 'oh what happened.' stuff. Nothing. It's tendinitis. I'l be fine. (now go away and leave me alone again).
Thanks to the boot I have to wear a hoe in the house (and the boot). I hate wearing shoes in the house. I wasn't raised this way. My mother was the 6th of 9 kids. Born in depression era southeast Kansas. There wasn't a lot of money (ever) and with that many kids they got 2 new pair of shoes each year. One at the beginning of the school year. Another at Easter (usually Sandals for the girls I believe). So when you came into the house, you took your shoes off to keep from wearing them out. This passed on from my mother to my sister and I. One of the signs that I consider you close enough to be chosen family is if I take my shoes off in your house (unless you're someone who wants everyone to remove shoes, in which case I will happily comply).
But, unwanted attention and shoes on in the house aside, it is worth it to help heal my foot. I should have gone ages ago. But, well, I hate doctors. It's complicated and I really don't want to go into it. I could, by some, considered to be a mild phobia. I don't. It's annoyance. It's inconvenient. It's past experiences. And on. But I went. Because i was tired of the pain and tired of it holding me back from things I wanted to move on to.
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