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My first thought of the day was of the shoes I saw and liked the look of yesterday. This means I'll probably head back to the shop after I'm done here and get them, when I thought I'd successfully managed to talk myself out of acquiring another pair of courts when I haven't even let the ones I bought a few months ago out of their box yet...They're black and pink tweed with black leather piping and front and a very elegant heel, and the way I feel now, I'll never forgive myself if I don't get them -- but when will I wear them? The ankle is getting stronger and the swelling is finally starting to go down (more than a year after originally sustaining the injury), but I'm a long way from being comfortable in stilletos yet.

I've perked up no end since discovering that I've got all that holiday left -- I can easily afford to take a day, or two even, off work every week and devote that time to the search for another job closer to home. I might even have time to take up another hobby, like salsa dancing, or pottery classes! Then again, I might just lounge about in my pyjamas all day.

First things first though, and I need to get my driver's license renewed. Never mind the fact that I haven't driven in ages and the mere thought of ever getting behind the wheel again sends shivers down my spine, so certain am I that I've forgotten most if not all of the highway code, and as for reversing into a parking space...::shudders::...but I'd be mad not to renew it. It cost me enough aggro to get it first third time around; and if I miss my window now, I'd have to go through all that again. This means I'm going to have to have my picture taken, too...Not today though, 'cause my hair's a mess.



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Nov. 20th, 2005 12:12 pm (UTC)
My first thought was 'Ooh mist! Photos!', but then I looked out of the window and there was nothing to take pics of due to the density of it(it still hasn't lifted).
Nov. 20th, 2005 04:44 pm (UTC)
I agree, a picture of thick fog is hardly worth taking...although I must say, I once took one anyway in the Irish countryside, and the result was well spooky...
Nov. 20th, 2005 12:21 pm (UTC)
It took me three years after having my ankle and leg rebuilt to be able to wear heels and at one point I decided I'd never be able to wear heels again so I gave away my collection
( I especially regret a pair of very high Roland Cartier Courts)

Get the shoes, you'll still love them when the ankle is strong enough to strut your stuff properly!
Nov. 20th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
I must admit that there have been several instances over the last year when I thought I'd better put my collection up for sale on eBay, but then, I was depressed a bit earlier on. Luckily, never so depressed as to actually go through with it! I can't imagine ever doing away with some of them...

And at least, while I can't wear them ad enjoy them that way, they do stay all shiny and new and gorgeous looking!

I've decided against the courts in the end. On my way over, I came across a pair of purple boots I liked much better! ;-)
Nov. 20th, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)
Purple boots! cool

actually the only shoes I still can't wear are a fab pair of purple boots, they're too heavy and rub on the scars

but this winter I shall break the buggers in.. ready for the next Co-Ro gigs :)
Nov. 20th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)
Yup, purple boots -- the same colour as my links headers. Sturdy 3,5 inch heel, rounded toe, diagonal zip in the back, decorative hard pink stitching on the side. Below the knee, Italian craftsmanship. Gorgeous.
Nov. 20th, 2005 12:44 pm (UTC)
Gamiila, I now have permission to wear heels again. And I've tested - I'm WAY more stable than I was before. The swelling is gone, and though the scar is still visible, I CAN WEAR HEELS!! And I couldn't before the op, so it's a big thing.

Have the op. But look around for the right surgeon.
Nov. 20th, 2005 05:02 pm (UTC)
I'm glad to hear you're recovered to the point of being back on heels again (and to hear that you're actually more comfortable in them now than you ever were before!). Slowly but surely, I'm getting to that point as well -- I can just about manage a 2 inch heel now, and am confident that this time next year, I'll be back on 4 inch ones again!

I know I'm a terrible whimp when it comes to actually having the op, but I must stress that it's not easy to get a referral here in Holland. I haven't even managed to convince my GP of the necessity of letting me go for an X-ray yet, despite the fact that the hospital registrar in the UK insisted I had another a few weeks after I got home. Also, the whole medical insurance system in this country is about to change as per Jan 1st, and no one knows what to do in the meantime...

Apart from that, I don't know if I want to volunteer for a scar...although...now that you've had the op, do your ankles look -more or less- the same? Because I despair of mine ever going back to a similar shape, and if I could tell my doctor that the dissimilarity is causing me mental anguish, he might just relent a bit...
Nov. 21st, 2005 04:27 pm (UTC)

What sort of public health system are they running there? Though I have to admit, I did go Private, but that's why I've been shelling out for insurance all these years.

Right ankle is still slightly larger than the left, but not noticably so unless you are looking front-on. And no, mine wasn't as bad as yours before the op. But the swelling was still apparent when I had the surgery.

The surgeon was adamant that the aim of the surgery was to stabilise the ankle, not immobilise it, while allowing a full range of movement. So far, I'm still working on the strengthening exercises, but I've almost sprained it twice and so far, no sprains! :)

I think the worst aspect of it is the scar. But I can live with that, and am perversely proud of it! Lucky it's only my ankle I had done... :P
Nov. 22nd, 2005 06:04 am (UTC)
Scars are cool...on other people. On me, they never seem to amount to anything much. I have one on my forehead -- people think it's a thought wrinkle. I have another on my wrist -- it's so small no one notices it.

I will look into the surgery in more depth once I know how I'll be insured in a couple of months time. We're all to sort of go private while the national health insurance that most of us used to contribute a nominal amount a year to is dismantled completely. I'm waiting for the insurance companies to send me their offers, but they're under no legal bligation to do so before Dec 15th, and they all seem to be dragging their heels until then. So far, all I've heard is that I'll have to count on paying 13-, 1400 euros for basic health insurance next year (I paid 120 this year and it covered the whole gamut of medical treatment), more if I want to keep all the options I have now -- like choice of doctor, specialist, hospital and all the alternative treatments, like acupuncture.

Although my lovely physios have helped me recover most of the strength and stability to my ankle, I would like to have a surgeon take a good hard look at it, and tell me what they think.
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