It all goes back to the red heels.
Now ladies...doesn't it always?....
I believe the feminine world is separated into two categories: 1- People who WANT red heels 2- People who love themselves enough to already OWN red heels. You're sexy and you know it, click your heels ;)
My husband and I decided to go out to dinner the other night and settled on "On the border" to be our menu option. I decided to wear red heels....and...remember, I've just recently had surgery so, my ligaments still haven't strengthened up, so I SHOULD take it easy for a couple more months...or more. What do I do? I slip on a pair of flashy red peep toes with 6 inch stilettos. YEAH I DID!.... Anyway...had a lovely dinner had fun with the hubby....paid the check I begin to get up and my knee doesn't feel stable...I can't take off the heels though because I'm inside a restaurant....so I proceed to try and tighten the muscles in my legs of which I have any control in hopes of making it to the car conveniently parked in the first row in a handicapped spot (that's right...I'm only in my mid twenties and yet here we are riding dirrrrtay in a "handicapable" spot.
Well...I don't make it...my knee slips and my left ankle and foot twist while the rest of me flops down fucking up in every other way possible.
I lay there....feeling nothing but unbareable screaming pain....
I attempt to stand up without heels a couple minutes later and end up falling back down.
I have no strength.
No ability to push through it....
My husband had to pick me up and load me in the car while I continued to cry from the pain.
Let's be clear, I don't normally cry...hardly cry at all....ever...
BUT THIS HURT.
Anyway...
I tell my husband to get a special type of bandaid and he gets the wrong kind and attempts to brush liquid bandage on my open wounds which made them feel like they were being cut and set on fire...I was SCREAMING in pain.
Next day...
I realize that the left foot is still messed up and hurting alot.
I'm pretty sure I broke it but icing it and trying to walk on it as much as I can to work through it.
I survived it and eventually got the right bandaids....as for the foot...it feels like something is definitely wrong.
In other news, I took a pregnancy test.... Not pregnant....not that I really believed I was....but for a little while I was hoping I was.
It just wasn't meant to be at this point.
Guess I'll just take care of the "girls" and focus on my horse like I had planned to.
-Divided Mind-
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