This week has been the week from you know where. Work is crazy right now because there are only 4 of us in our unit, however 1 has been out on medical leave for almost 2 months now and another left a couple of weeks ago....and somewhat in disarray. 2 of us are left to do everything for 4 and I'm conducting interviews to fill the vacant position. That alone has been a full time job this week. And my car, well it decided to throw yet another temper tantrum, landing it at the dealership service department for about the 7th or 8th time in less than 2 months. I literally had to crawl across to the passenger side to get out because the driver's door wouldn't open. I was locked in. Something bubbled, in the molding....they say, and caused the door panel to get stuck and it was stuck good because no one could open it. I left work early today to go to a friend's dad's funeral. I was SO happy to come home, not only because I am really so uncomfortable at those things, but because I was not thinking at all or thought wrong, whichever. I wore these wedge shoes and thought we wouldn't be standing much, so I could tolerate them. And we didn't stand much, but I couldn't tolerate them. I spent my standing time trying to lean on a wall to shove my heel to the back of my shoe to relieve the pressure in my toes.
Normally I would just tough it out, but when we were at Sea World in May I wore tennis shoes and I guess a combination of too hot of weather and feet swelling with leather that shrunk up on the water rides and I knew something was wrong. When we came back to the condo that day, I told Brian something wasn't right. I told him I felt like my toenails were going to popoff. I couldn't see anything because I had painted my nails. A couple of weeks ago my polish was wearing off and I noticed blood on the edges. I took off my polish to find both big toenails bruised badly, bleeding underneath...or had at one time and I knew. Then, a couple of days ago I wore close toed shoes for the first time all summer and came around a corner at work and someone else came around the other direction and I stopped too sudden and shoved my toes to the front of my flats. I took off my shoe and saw how grey my nail now was. It's disconnected from my skin in the middle now. They're both going to fall off...Brian says after the new nail grows in it will shove it off.
If I remember right, this is exactly what happened to Chelsi several months ago when her shoes were too small and we didn't know it. I couldn't figure out how she wouldn't notice......now I know. It's tolerable pain as well as your shoes conceal it a bit. I'm dreading fall and close toed shoes if they don't fall off and heal a little by then. They're sorta sore right now only from a couple of hours in heels. So relieved to be home, out of those shoes and off my feet.
And yeah, I bought new shoes that are a little bigger.
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