![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Got back from MA late last night. I took my "shoes" and socks off and HOLY MOLY got a look at my feet.
MY FEET WERE ENORMOUS.
I had to check to make sure the rest of me wasn't suddenly twice as big as it had been on Thursday.* They really did look strikingly odd. They weren't red, but they were puffy and rounded and wide. The toes looked sort of short because the distinction around the "knuckles" was gone. I have never seen my feet so swollen! (I suppose it's a good thing they were bandaged after surgery, huh?)
They're not a lot smaller today. Unsurprisingly, they've been quite tender as I walk.
So begins my Rest and Healing Phase. Step One, says my body: teach her to baby them properly!
_____________________________
* Of course I immediately realized why that was silly. My body obviously has a Master Plan about where to put new weight, and this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart. On that day the bones of my forefoot will still have not one adipose cell of fat pad beneath them. So it was prophesied at the dawn of Time; so it shall be.
MY FEET WERE ENORMOUS.
I had to check to make sure the rest of me wasn't suddenly twice as big as it had been on Thursday.* They really did look strikingly odd. They weren't red, but they were puffy and rounded and wide. The toes looked sort of short because the distinction around the "knuckles" was gone. I have never seen my feet so swollen! (I suppose it's a good thing they were bandaged after surgery, huh?)
They're not a lot smaller today. Unsurprisingly, they've been quite tender as I walk.
So begins my Rest and Healing Phase. Step One, says my body: teach her to baby them properly!
_____________________________
* Of course I immediately realized why that was silly. My body obviously has a Master Plan about where to put new weight, and this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart. On that day the bones of my forefoot will still have not one adipose cell of fat pad beneath them. So it was prophesied at the dawn of Time; so it shall be.
no subject
Maybe if I started wearing Ace bandages tight across the chest, my body would get the message and start putting some fat on -- Wait. Maybe if I started wearing Ace bandages on EVERYTHING BUT MY FEET my excess fat would go there!
I'm hoping to do *no* "pay for it later" stuff over the next year, if I can possibly manage it that long. I'm hoping that will give these feet a chance to heal up *right*. O'course, I could be all wet. But it's worth a shot. If I've got maybe forty-odd more years left on this earth, I'm willing to spend one of 'em in a last desperate attempt to heal.