This is a case of some terrible timing. Last night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, I bumped into a tall wooden pedestal with one of those enormous candles on top. The candle crashed to the ground…and landed right on my foot and broke in two. (The candle, not my foot, fortunately.)
I was in a lot of pain, so I popped some Advil and hobbled up to bed. When I woke up this morning, my toe hurt even worse. And it looked very unsightly. I couldn’t walk normally; I had to walk on the outside of my foot. All I could think was…I’m flying up to NYC for BEA in two days!!! It was difficult to stand up, so how was I going to walk around that huge conference hall every day? And how was I going to get myself and my suitcases through the airport? I pictured the masses of people pushing and shoving at BEA, and I knew that, inevitably, my foot would be stepped on. Sadly, I don’t own any steel-toed shoes.
I drove to an urgent care clinic this morning (not fun with a painful right foot), and after three hours of waiting, I had my diagnosis: a hematoma on my toe and a small crack on the bone. The hematoma is what’s causing all the pain. The cure? Stay off my feet and keep my leg elevated. Ummm, Doc? That’s not gonna happen. So, he prescribed some pain pills and gave me one of those gorgeous boots to keep my foot stable. (It’s already helping enormously – I can walk somewhat normally now!)
So here’s my fancy new footwear:
And, yes! I WILL be wearing socks with this lovely shoe.
So, BEA-ers, if you see a woman hobbling around, wearing this fashion-forward footwear, do stop and say hello. But, for the love of all that is holy, please don’t step on my foot!!!