Ok slight exaggeration, I was nowhere near amputation BUT, the events of Friday, and my foot, are still making me cringe.
Blister gone WRONG is what I will refer to this traumatic experience as. I wore my Loubie’s to a board meeting on Wednesday. Standard. I am a pro at heels, I mean common I spend 98% of my time in 4 inch beauties. Sometimes blisters happen, no biggie.
WELL, this blister was straight from the fiery pits of you know where. It was fine Thursday, but by Friday afternoon my ankle was so swollen you could hardly see my ankle bone, was blazing hot, and I could barely walk, AND I had a fever. Enter cause for concern. My boss saw it and told me to go to he Doctor immediately, so of course, I high tailed my hiney over to the Dr. in fear that I would have a peg leg come Monday.
Doctor said it was infected (no telling why) and that I needed antibiotics stat. I spent the entire night Friday in my bed, with my foot elevated, and sidekick Sadie by my side for moral support.
However she wasn’t the best nurse, that bish slept the whole time.
Anyways, 12 hours later I felt like a new woman, and was even able to go to my friend’s wedding in Indy, in heels none the less.
Wedding was super fun, and we even negotiated our way into 50% off our hotel room, woop woop! 😉