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Vanity, thy name is woman

It feels strange to be stepping outside without my crutches, and it's not all good. I tend to forget that I can't run, or walk briskly even, let alone turn on the proverbial sixpence -- I make painful mistakes, but at least the ankle seems to be holding up. I'm sure it won't be long, a few weeks at most, before the bruised bone will cease to give me any more trouble; but even though it's definitely healing, it's not healing fast enough to my liking.I want to wear heels again, or any type of shoe other than trainers, really. I want to dress in skirts again. I've been wearing nothing but trousers for the last 7 weeks, and I'm sick of it.

But before I can do that, I'm going to have to get rid of the bandaging, wait for the last of the oedema to subside, and sort out my poor abused skin. Now that the purple bruises have gone, and the sickly yellow ones have started to fade as well, the continued dryness of teh skin itself is what worries and aggravates me most. I've been slapping on the Nivea for a week, but with no discernible results so far. It's probably due to having kept the leg tightly bandaged up all this time, combined with a bout of inactivity and prolonged exposure to centrally heated rooms, and will clear as soon as there's no need to stay inactive any longer, but still, it annoys me; and I'm even more annoyed by the look of my poor feet. I haven't been able to perform my usual pumice stone routine on them in weeks, and it shows.

I have a love/hate relationship with my feet. I appreciate their importance and usefulness in allowing me to get from A to B and keep me in an upright position whenever I require them to, and I'm generally thankful for their continued good health, but...I do think they're possibly the ugliest parts of my body. Maybe it's not even my feet as much as my toes: I'm convinced I've got the ugliest set in Christendom. It's nothing to do with any particular or perceived defect, either; it's just that I don't like their shape. Which revulsion has prompted me years ago to get into the habit of pampering my feet on the weekends, slapping on and rubbing in oodles of creams and lotions, painting the nails and filing away the calluses. And now that I haven't done that for weeks on end, I'm despairing of the work that needs to be done on them when I'm finally able to put my feet soles up in my lap again. Maybe I should take them for a professional pedicure -- even though that would mean having to bare them to a total stranger's scrutiny, and being completely embarrassed about it. Needs must, and all that.


On another, less personal topic: I've decided to postpone hooking my computer up to the Internet till Thursday, even if they're going to flip the switch tomorrow. I went through the installation instructions and got so confused on the second diagram, that I grabbed the phone and booked the pricey services of an official ADSL installation/cable person - let them worry about finding and connecting the splitter to the IS/RA whatchumacallit! I'm not touching it, no way, no how.


( 11 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Nov. 22nd, 2004 06:19 am (UTC)
My feet have something wrong with them I cannot spell, so at least you don't have that.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 07:20 am (UTC)
Everyone hates their feet. Useful though they may be, they never look right. Go to the professional. Let someone else pamper you for once. (And it may be quicker than waiting until you can work on it yourself.)
Nov. 22nd, 2004 07:33 am (UTC)
Hedwig, go for the professional treatment for the feet. I guarantee that your feet will be nothing like as bad as some of the feet these people will have had to deal with! You deserve it.
Glad to hear you are starting to get out and about again. I promise I will e-mail soon.

Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:03 am (UTC)
I promise I will e-mail soon

Wonderful! I may even reply to it from my computer at home!
Nov. 22nd, 2004 12:01 pm (UTC)
I've decided to postpone hooking my computer up to the Internet


till Thursday

::is somewhat mollified::

Poor feet! What you need is a nice, sexy foot massuer to rub them with perfumed oils. You wouldn't happen to have one I suppose? And if you do, don't forget to pack him next time you visit.

Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:14 am (UTC)
It's only a couple more days...

I figured I've waited this long, what's a few more days going to matter? At least this way, I'll know that everything will be in perfect shape and set up correctly when I finally do get to send messages from my own property.

Hope to catch you on Thursday, then -- you're gonna be my Guinea pig!
Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:17 am (UTC)
you're gonna be my Guinea pig

Yay! Look forward to it! I'll practise squeaking and scratching before then.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 12:14 pm (UTC)
Try E45 instead of Nivea. It's very good for the dryness. Have you thought of Witch Hazel for the bruising? It's great when it's still at the subliminal stage and helps prevent any thoughts about purple haze or mellow yellow.

(Child of the 60s speaking from experience.
Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:10 am (UTC)
E45? Sounds like a food colouring, but if you're sure...I'll have a look round my chemist's for it. And that other stuff, too -- 'Witch Hazel'...sounds interesting. ;-)

Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:56 am (UTC)
I had great difficulty finding Witch Hazel in France. I stocked up in England and took supplies to the boat. We're always getting knocks and bruises while boating so it is used a lot.

E45 is a cream you should find easily. We keep a hugs tub of it aboard too. It's great for combatting dry skin and prevents chapping caused by handling wet ropes so often.
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Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:08 am (UTC)
Cute? Definitely not! But they're probably not half as bad as I make them out to be.

Thanks for your best wishes -- much appreciated!
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