The Darco Nightmare, Jimmy Choo Fantasy And The Ethel Reality
What with scabs and dry skin falling off (and big toenail refusing to grow much at all) and Bio Oil rubbings and foot-elevation (yep, still), this bunion op stuff remains a questionable subject. Not one for the dinner table or party, is it? But hey, I committed to talking about it on my blog and that I’ll do although there’s not much to report this week and I imagine there won’t be much more to say after I’ve seen Mr. Fabulous at 7 weeks post op.
I’m delighted to say that the pain has been almost non-existent this week, except for the odd times I’ve trodden on the ball of my foot by agonising accident, like when I tripped over the computer lead as I moved from the sofa the other day. Then I tried a mad all-of-60-metres outing with the dog (him doing a slow-march heel again) and managed to trip up a low pavement on returning to the house. So those things caused more swelling and pain the next days and I refrained from making any exciting little sorties. Well, nothing more exciting than to the kitchen or bathroom.
On Thursday evening though, almost unhinged by cabin fever, I said yes when my OH offered to take us to Bedfords Park, if only for me to watch from a safe bench as he walked the dog. Or rather as the dog went into a frenzy, running madly everywhere, while OH followed. Then we would go to the small Tesco Express to buy something for dinner that night.
At the park, I realised I hadn’t accounted for how lumpy, bumpy and full of mini-potholes grassy and woodland ground can be. For a woman with a Darco shoe, crutches and potential pain. I could only give it a go, however, and once we found a bench, I was sorted for observing other people and their well-behaved dogs, while Harry careered round madly, and the colours and states of the trees as they changed into autumnal dress. All of that was a true delight.
But Tesco was another matter. I can’t stand supermarkets but, like someone returning from holiday, I was keen to see ‘if there was anything different’. Despite the rare enthusiasm, I still flinched every time someone hurtled mission-style towards me with a list and a trolley; I’d tense and try to fling myself to one side. This is difficult on crutches and at a hobble. Then we’d only covered about half the shop’s floor area when the foot began to hurt badly. I looked about for a handy bench or stool but there was nothing of the sort. Once again, I empathised with the elderly, injured and disabled.
So what else have I been doing? Stuck to my diet, despite the eternal temptation of the fridge when constantly at home. Seen visitors. Seen neighbours. Watched a lot of tv. Read books. Knitted. Written. Been strict (no, we haven’t ventured into BDSM). I’ve tried to be more disciplined (and I’ll do another post on my efforts there) about the internet and about working on my WiP. And, of course, counting off the days until I see Mr. Fabulous, not only because he is rather gorgeous but because he should be ordering me to finally cast off the dreaded Darco Shoe of Death.
Mr. Fabulous (who is now a character in my WiP) had said that I would see him ‘around six weeks after’ the op and, piecing info together from the internet and information sheets I was given, I gathered that would be the time I could change from the hideous Shoe of Death to Jimmy Choos. Okay, okay, I don’t actually possess any Jimmy Choos and finances are such that I’d be lucky to simply try a pair. But I took him to mean that by then I’d at least be able to wear some fitted shoes, say, with a delicate shape and a few feminine features.
However, checking all available information, it seems that I may initially only be able to wear the kind of comfort-range shoes I’ve had no choice to wear whilst bearing up with a painful bunion! And the truly convalescent-type shoe at that. At least for a few months. And, as it turns out, I’ve received my appointment with Mr. Fabulous – for Day 49. A whole week more to tolerate the Darco shoe. So, barring any miracles, I’ll report back on that (and whether Mr. Fabulous remains so) at the time.
I will mention I’ve tried to get my screwed and stapled, bionic foot into an old but pretty pump shoe and the foot simply felt crushed. I’ve also tried to put my foot flat on the floor and it won’t have any of it. It’s always slightly raised off the floor because it’s still swollen underneath and at the toes I’m just about able to twitch, whereas the healthy foot lies flat. It’s also painful to press on it. I guess it’s going to be agonising when I first start wearing ‘normal’ shoes, so perhaps it’s best to swallow any Essex-cool-pride I ever had (even Converse are too narrow) and wear something unfabulous until the foot settles down.
So I’ve looked at shoes online. At ‘comfort shoes’, no less. I have almost summoned up a shred of enthusiasm about, and nearly decided upon, the Dunlop ‘Ethel’ slipper with outdoor sole. I mean, who couldn’t be comfy, even after a bunion op, in these delightful numbers? Look. They have a stunning rubber wedge sole, a soft seamed upper, and flowers inside like my favourite pumps! They’ll so accessorize with my jeans, skirts and winter jackets! Everything goes with black! I’m sure I’ve noticed stylish women strutting about town in their Ethels!
Hmm. I’m willing positive thinking, here. Unsuccessfully. Yes, I can see that they’re a step up from the Darco Shoe of Death. Of course I can! And I can see that for some people these Ethels may be a fantastic blessing in (a very heavy) disguise. And I, too, could find myself actively choosing these for Christmas when I’m 70. But, right now, they’re a bit of a come-down from the Jimmy Choo fantasy. Ah, heck, I can at least try a Jimmy next year. That’s if I can make it uptown in my Ethels on public transport without being forced home owing to jeers and tomatoes from the Cool Shoe Police.
If you swear by your Ethels, please accept my apologies for mocking your favourite footwear. I may love them when I try them! I have seriously ordered some more Crocs, in the hope that they are one shoe that will fit. Soonish. But they’re not exactly suitable for winter. Can anyone recommend just the shoe for this stage after bunion surgery? Some soft trainers, perhaps? Maybe some soft loafers or moccies? Cheers…