My grandmother had the ugliest feet on the planet. She was a lovely woman, but her feet!
I would secretly sneak horrified glances at her feet. While at home, she often just wore stockings on her feet since her bunions were the size of European cars. Its hard to find comfortable shoes that can fit a small automobile. Her big toes never pointed forwarded and seemed to be red and angry all the time.
When my grandmother passed away, I thought I would never see her on earth again. One day while showering, I looked down and saw her feet.
EEEK! Her feet are now MY feet.
Honestly, some people inherit money, homes, china, or silver.
I inherited bunions the size of a small condo complex. Lucky me!
Driven by guilt over never buying me quality shoes as a child, my mother insists I've had bunions since birth. I won't dispute this, although it's hard to fathom how I made it through the birth canal with these enormous bunions.
I don't recall ever having attractive feet. That's one of the reasons I like hiding them in cute shoes. Now in addition to being hideous, they hurt. They hurt all the time. They especially hurt in cute shoes. This fact alone was enough for me to seek the help of a professional.
I finally dragged my unsightly bunions to a podiatrist for a little conversation.
The podiatrist, to his credit, did not shriek when I revealed my hideous feet. He examined the X-rays, rubbed my feet (which I secretly loved!), and then recommended that one of my bunions be removed.
This news really ticked off my soon-to-be-gone bunion who seems to be getting redder and angrier as the surgery date approaches.
On the plus side, I will be confined to my bed for 1-2 weeks while taking prescribed narcotics. On the down-side, when I come out of my narcotic haze, my family may be buried under a mountain of dirty clothes and dirty dishes.
To be continued...
I would secretly sneak horrified glances at her feet. While at home, she often just wore stockings on her feet since her bunions were the size of European cars. Its hard to find comfortable shoes that can fit a small automobile. Her big toes never pointed forwarded and seemed to be red and angry all the time.
When my grandmother passed away, I thought I would never see her on earth again. One day while showering, I looked down and saw her feet.
EEEK! Her feet are now MY feet.
Honestly, some people inherit money, homes, china, or silver.
I inherited bunions the size of a small condo complex. Lucky me!
Driven by guilt over never buying me quality shoes as a child, my mother insists I've had bunions since birth. I won't dispute this, although it's hard to fathom how I made it through the birth canal with these enormous bunions.
I don't recall ever having attractive feet. That's one of the reasons I like hiding them in cute shoes. Now in addition to being hideous, they hurt. They hurt all the time. They especially hurt in cute shoes. This fact alone was enough for me to seek the help of a professional.
I finally dragged my unsightly bunions to a podiatrist for a little conversation.
The podiatrist, to his credit, did not shriek when I revealed my hideous feet. He examined the X-rays, rubbed my feet (which I secretly loved!), and then recommended that one of my bunions be removed.
This news really ticked off my soon-to-be-gone bunion who seems to be getting redder and angrier as the surgery date approaches.
On the plus side, I will be confined to my bed for 1-2 weeks while taking prescribed narcotics. On the down-side, when I come out of my narcotic haze, my family may be buried under a mountain of dirty clothes and dirty dishes.
To be continued...
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