I'm so tired of
being clumsy. I spent my childhood covered in band-aids from my elbows
to my knees. I was always running, tripping, and falling. I've knocked out teeth (baby ones), had stitches, and ended up on crutches twice.
By my teens I was
a little more careful but I do remember falling off a fav pair of sandals more
than once. I bet most people would have stopped wearing them but I thought they
were fantastic so I kept at it. Anyone remember the wood soled Dr. Scholl sandals?
I didn’t just slip my foot out of them, my heel would go to the side and the
next thing I’d have an ankle sprain. I had 2 pair and I still have them. I get
them out walk around the house till I remember how bad it felt and put them
back in their boxes (original, BTW).
When platforms became fashion fun I owned 8 pair of various heights. The platforms ranged
from one inch to 4 inch. As a girl just over 5 feet I loved these shoes. I
still have 3 pair of them. I’ll never wear them again but I do love looking at
them. They let me remember how it felt to be taller. The ones with the 4” front
platform have a 7 inch wedge, all in denim. You may think these were just a
disaster waiting to happen but they taught me to slow down, to be more careful after
falling over a few times.
I now only wear
flats or shoes with a heel/wedge height of no more than 2 ½”. I have happier
feet and less ankle sprains, at least until the past 4 years. I’ve lost track
of how many times I slipped and fell in the snow because I went out in slipper
boots instead of regular snow boots (stupid I know). It took lying on my back by the
mailbox, embarrassed beyond belief, to make me change shoes. Things were going
better till I fell down some steps 2 summers ago. I didn’t go to the hospital
but should have. I had a spiral fraction from slipping off a curb in town over
10 years ago so I knew there was a good chance this had happened again. I knew
how to wrap it, had crutches and a brace so I treated it myself. Once it healed
it seemed I kept reinjuring it over and over for the next year with minor
sprains. Then it happened again, not as bad, with the other ankle. Now both
ankles have become susceptible to sprains. The littlest twist makes them hurt.
This all leads up
to this past Wed, I was in sneakers mowing the grass when I stepped
on a large black walnut. My ankle went sideways and I was down. Jack was just
pulling in the drive so he saw me fall. So here’s a pic of my ankle all wrapped
and on a cushion. At least I can walk. I don’t need crutches, but I won’t be
doing much other than sitting. Now’s the time to catch up on old magazines and
sewing. I have a lot of pictures to post but I’m tired so I’m going to close.
Stay safe, be
kind, and wear a mask!
I'm so glad I had just polished my toenails :)
