At least once or twice, the fact that I have a bunion on my right foot. It's a hellacious bunion. Here's a picture I took back in July, wearing my new Skecher's GoWalks.
I've had this thing for a long, long time now and occasionally, it affects the rest of me. Well, because it messes up my foot. The toes next to the big toe are out of line. They're pushed over to the right, so everything on the top of my foot, you know, muscles and tendons and stuff, is out of alignment.
I'm not a fan of shoes. I've never been a fan of shoes, barefoot is best, in my book. I'll wear socks without shoes around the house because the tile is hard. And dirty. The tile is dirty, thanks to cats and Brian's line of work (lots of black dust) and it sticks to the bottom of my feet. Rubs right off.
It wouldn't be so bad if the stupid ass weather wasn't so stupid ass hot for so stupid ass long. I want to clean the floors. Botti is good at vacuuming, but the floors really need to be washed, but I'm so delicate that I can't work in the heat (which should really not be that much of a problem now that I've quit playing Candy Crush Saga after all of my boosters went missing again last night, something that's happened before, but last night was the last straw, now, I'll have a lot more time to contemplate doing something constructive, like washing the floors). I should wear shoes for the support, but just dayum, who wants to wear shoes when it's a million degrees? Certainly not me.
I think the not wearing the shoes has become a problem. Because I will sit at the computer and since my chair isn't the perfect height for me (it's a cheap rolling dorm chair I got a hundred years ago, very uncomfortable), my feet end up with my toes curled under. Or on the rolling leg part. Curled. But hardly ever flat on the floor. I've tried a foot stool but I forget it's there. And my toes and feet go back into a bad position.
Because of this, every once in a while I mess up a tendon on my bunion foot. It's on the top of my foot and so painful that I can hardly put any weight on it at all. It's actually swollen on the top. But I can do nothing.
I have laundry that needs to be done. I have floors that need to be washed. I have a wall to prep and paint. I need to re-organize my card stock.
Yet, here I sit. Bemoaning my painful right foot. Walking up that hill is out of the question. Not fun at all.
Stupid ass foot.