Hello dear readers!
I owe you a post because 1) it's been a while, and 2) I went to freakin' CHINA(!) and managed to visit a few libraries and bookstores, but I'm not here today to talk about that. Today I need to update you all on a situation. And that situation is named Paul Bunion.
Avid readers will remember Paul from my very first post. At that point Paul was just an obtrucance (obtrusion nuisance) that contributed to the Hobbit-like appearance of my feet, but wasn't a source of discomfort. Well, Paul's getting uncomfortable.
I went to the doctor and was told that, if things got significantly worse, the treatment is a horrific-sounding surgery where the bone (AKA Paul) is shaved down, which is terrible enough, but then you have to stay off of your feet for quite a while to recover. Turns out, I use my feet pretty much daily. So the doctor recommended I wear shoes that are spacious at the top, which was easy in the summer (hello sandals at work!), but is more difficult now that the weather is cold. So basically, I've done nothing to improve the bunion situation.
So I really shouldn't be surprised that Paul is now letting me know, in tiny little spurts of stabbing pain, that all is not well. Right now I'm able to push through and (mostly) ignore Paul, but I have a feeling he isn't going to like that. He had settled down a bit, enough that I had pretty much forgotten his recent displeasure, until I went ice skating today in very structured, toe-constrained figure skates. Less than one lap around the rink and Paul reminded me he would prefer I NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!!!
I wonder if they make wide-toed iced skates...
I owe you a post because 1) it's been a while, and 2) I went to freakin' CHINA(!) and managed to visit a few libraries and bookstores, but I'm not here today to talk about that. Today I need to update you all on a situation. And that situation is named Paul Bunion.
Avid readers will remember Paul from my very first post. At that point Paul was just an obtrucance (obtrusion nuisance) that contributed to the Hobbit-like appearance of my feet, but wasn't a source of discomfort. Well, Paul's getting uncomfortable.
I went to the doctor and was told that, if things got significantly worse, the treatment is a horrific-sounding surgery where the bone (AKA Paul) is shaved down, which is terrible enough, but then you have to stay off of your feet for quite a while to recover. Turns out, I use my feet pretty much daily. So the doctor recommended I wear shoes that are spacious at the top, which was easy in the summer (hello sandals at work!), but is more difficult now that the weather is cold. So basically, I've done nothing to improve the bunion situation.
So I really shouldn't be surprised that Paul is now letting me know, in tiny little spurts of stabbing pain, that all is not well. Right now I'm able to push through and (mostly) ignore Paul, but I have a feeling he isn't going to like that. He had settled down a bit, enough that I had pretty much forgotten his recent displeasure, until I went ice skating today in very structured, toe-constrained figure skates. Less than one lap around the rink and Paul reminded me he would prefer I NEVER DO THIS AGAIN!!!
I wonder if they make wide-toed iced skates...
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| Paul June 2018 - the early days |
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| Paul Nov 2019 - have things gotten worse?!?!? |
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