*heavy sigh*

I am very sad. My physical therapist told me I could start wearing boots now and then to transition my ankle into walking again, and I was really excited because I have TONS of FANTASTIC pairs of boots! Seychelle, Michael Kors, Kenneth Cole, more Kenneth Cole, Tommy, and Franco Sarto. Fabulously soft knee-high suede with sheep-skin lining, paton leather, treated leather, dyed leather, weathered leather, you name it, I've got it! I definatley have a shoe fetish, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Anyways... why am I sad, you ask? Because my stupid ankle is still too swollen to fit any of my boots. ANY of them. And then I just started crying. Yes, yes, I know that sounds SOOO silly and materialistic to cry because my foot won't fit into any of my $500 worth of boots, but I think it was much more than that. I think it had more to do with the stress of what has been going on over the last few days, and having to stay calm, and strong, and take care of myself even though I could hardly put a sentence together for a few days there. And the boots not fitting was just the straw that broke the camel's back on that one.

But I'm okay now, I got the tears out of my system, and am going to take some anti-inflamitories, ice up my ankle, and go to bed. I'm hoping that, by tomorrow, my foot won't be swollen and I'll be able to get it into a boot- and then the preasure and support of the (oh-so-fine) leather will help my ankle while allowing me to wear heavenly footwear again!

On this, my very special, very beloved friends, I bid you good night.