Sunday, March 1, 2009
Once upon a time, I used to wear shoes like this. I could walk just fine in these. If I was late for a work meeting, I could easily run in these. Life was good.
Then one day I went to Lexington, Kentucky. We went out for dinner with my hubby's friends. It was an upscale place so I dolled up. I wore my fancy shoes with really high heels. As we got out of the car and walked to the restaurant, my foot landed in a huge pothole and I tripped and fell. And landed on my knee. The pothole was THIS big.
Being brave that I am, I got up immediately started walking towards the restaurant. But the guys would have none of it. The dragged me back to the car, made me sit in the trunk of an SUV, pulled out a first-aid kit and cleaned up my bleeding knee.
They insisted we go to the minor emergency center immediately. It was a very deep gash. I vehemently said no. They insisted. I said no, no, no.
By now they were handling my knee like it was their property and talking as if I wasn't even there. "She needs stitches. She needs a tetanus shot..." Blah blah blah.
I insisted we go for dinner. I was OK. It did not even hurt. They all rolled their eyes and gave up. We went and had a lovely dinner. It was Japanese.
The next morning, I woke up and could not even move my leg. It hurt so so badly. I asked my hubby to drop me off at the nearest emergency center. He took me there.
The doctor was wonderful and cleaned it all up. There were no stitches because there was no skin on my knee cap. The doctor said I went there too late. I should have gone right away. I got the tetanus and pain pills and limped out of the hospital with a bruised knee and a bruised ego.
I went back to the guys and apologized profusely for acting like a baby. I should have gone to the emergency room right away. They all said aha and demanded I hand over my shoes to them. They threw them in trash. And forbid me to wear badly designed high heels.
So there you have it. Another one of those embarrassing stories about me. I don't know why I write these for the world to read. I am not writing these any more. No, No, No.