Feet

It could be worse.  I could have a heart problem or cancer.  I could have chronic back pain.  I could have a child in the hospital.  I could have no food in the house or be without a house.

So my situation is not bad.  I'd just like to take a moment to complain/whine/beg for sympathy about my feet.

I'm not a fan of my feet.  I like that they get me where I want to go and hold me up, but I don't really think that they are fabulous.  I don't like people touching them.  I try to hide them really.

So my one toe is healing nicely.  The other one not so much--I'm walking too much perhaps?  I've had more pain this time.  Ugh.  So not only do I have toenail cut off issues, but I have way too much cracking in my skin on my heals.  I know you didn't want to hear it, but it is that way!  I always have problems with my skin breaking open in the winter, so this next piece of news isn't news.  IT ISN'T WINTER YET.  Yet I have issues and they aren't going away with my usual treatment.  (I'm so not a fan of slathering petroleum jelly on my heels and sleeping with socks on when it is hot out.  Not. A. Fan.  I'm not a fan in the winter either, but socks help keep me toasty in bed so it's o.k.)  So I asked my podiatrist for help.  He gave me this super special super duper cream.  I tried it last night.

Here is the deal: put it on, wrap your feet in plastic wrap, put on socks, and sleep all night long while the magic cream does its job.  There is no warning on the label about children waking up with bad dreams or coughs and beware of getting out of bed and slip sliding your way around.  I don't think I'm supposed to skate around at 12:30 a.m. nor at 4:00 a.m.  Humorous now: not so much then.  I'm glad we have walls in the house because I needed them to stay on my feet.

We'll keep trying the new cream. . . and I'll try not to fall in the middle of the night.  Some day my kids will appreciate all that I do for them. . .then again,  hopefully not.  I hope they all got Gary's feet.