Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
I was vain of my legs. From the hem down I was a knock-out. Even when heavy, when the thighs would get meaty, I never carried much weight on the calves, and the ankles remained shapely. I used to work in 4" heels, standing on my feet for hours at a time. I never kicked off my shoes when dancing -- priding myself on being able to last the entire night. Like Ginger Rogers, I could do everything my partner did in heels and backwards.
Of course there were pants and long skirts in my wardrobe -- but I wore shorter skirts even when dressed casual. And stockings -- I spent a fortune in stockings, sheer dark taupe or black were my favorites
And shoes! Boxes and boxes of shoes! I was no Imelda, but I had over a hundred shoes, all heels, in all colors. I kept them in boxes, sorted by color and season...
The problem started two summers ago when I was getting sicker and sicker from an untreated MRSA infection. At first I thought it was just fluid -- I always had a problem with retaining fluid. The doctor prescribed diaretics but I didn't take them. Years and years ago, a GP I really trusted told me not to take fluid pills if I could keep from doing it because the way that I retained fluid meant that someday I was going to have problems with congestive heart failure and he didn't want my body to get used to the diaretics because they would save my life at some point.
I had a new job, and casual dress was the order of theday. Without noticing it, I stopped wearing the heels -- indeed, I never unpacked them from the move. The next summer came -- I had gained weight and grumbled that some of the sandals didn't fit anymore. I complained to the doctor, and he told me to start taking the fluid pills but the problem kept getting worse. By fall none of my boots fit and I couldn't walk in heels without my ankles hurting. I started wearing support hose -- girdles for my ankles that make my whole leg swell instead of just my feet basically.
Finally I complained enough that the doctor stopped making comments about weight and age and sent me for tests. Turns out that I have Chronic venous insufficiency . Some folks get varicose veins -- I get marshmellow legs and feet.
At the top of the picture we have the hugely bloated ankle
in the middle we have the mark showing where the shoe was
And then there is the rest of the foot -- it has been in a shoe all day and is pretty much normal sized.....
So I I have stopped wearing skirts completely, am down to about a dozen pair of shoes, and hobble like a cripple when I stiffen up. There isn't much I can do except refuse to become immobilized.
There are boxes of shoes and boots in the disaster area that will have to be given away...
CEOExpress
showing where the shoe was
