I love flip flops! I wear them in the house during the winter, to the beach in the summer and everywhere in between. I have cheap ones and not so cheap ones. One of my recent favorites is a pair in white patent that I bought at the beginning of summer to go with my white linen pants. And I love the gold bronze pair that I bought to wear on vacation to Key West, that never made it to Key West, thanks to hurricane Ike...but that's another story!! They are quite possibly the most popular, comfortable shoe ever invented. Everyone in the world wears them it seems.
So, why the alert? I recently had a run in with my 'house' flip flops...the cheap rubber ones that I wear around the place. I hate to go bare footed! I vaguely remember hearing at one time that these simple shoes could be dangerous. Well, now I know first hand about the ....gasp...Dangers of Flip Flops!
I was busy being Suzy Homemaker this past Sunday afternoon. The house hadn't been really cleaned since Ike put all our lives on hold a few weeks ago, so I went to work on the floors. I was heading for the closet to get the vacuum cleaner and somehow the front of my right FF bent under and caused me to trip as I was turning around. My left foot got tangled around my right ankle and I started going down. As I fell, my right ankle twisted inward and made a horrible popping sound. It felt like an electric shock went thru the bone. I hit the carpet and lay there stunned from the pain, unable to move. My ankle immediately began to swell to the size of an egg! I couldn't get up and walk so I lay there freaked for a few minutes. Finally, I crawled to the kitchen and managed to get a bag of ice to put on it. Now, what to do?
Call Mr B, that's what! My favorite paramedic, who was on a bike ride in the far reaches of northwest Houston by this time. I frantically speed dialed his number and sent out an SOS... I fired off a text message, just to cover all my bases. Then I crawled to the sofa with my ice bag and waited.
Eventually, he stopped for a break and checked his messages. Long story short, he came to my rescue. By the time he arrived a few hours later, I was in some major pain and really swollen. After assessing my injury, we were fairly sure that it wasn't broken but continued to watch it the rest of the evening. A few glasses of wine helped my feelings a little.. I continued to ice and elevate on Monday but it continued swelling and turning blue.
My bff Lisa loaned me some crutches and a client loaned me an Air Cast which helped me get thru the work day on Tuesday. Now, it's Wednesday and I'm still in pain, bruised and swollen. I finally decided to go get an X ray. Thankfully, it's not broken! I have to wear the Air Cast for 3 or 4 weeks then be in a small brace for a few weeks after that. No prob...as long as I'm able to hobble onto The Carnival Conquest on Oct 26th for a 7 day cruise to the Carribean and Cozumel!
And, I WILL be taking those gold bronze flips flops along too. I refuse to give up my FF's...
I'll just get a maid and stop vacuuming, Y'all!
So, why the alert? I recently had a run in with my 'house' flip flops...the cheap rubber ones that I wear around the place. I hate to go bare footed! I vaguely remember hearing at one time that these simple shoes could be dangerous. Well, now I know first hand about the ....gasp...Dangers of Flip Flops!
I was busy being Suzy Homemaker this past Sunday afternoon. The house hadn't been really cleaned since Ike put all our lives on hold a few weeks ago, so I went to work on the floors. I was heading for the closet to get the vacuum cleaner and somehow the front of my right FF bent under and caused me to trip as I was turning around. My left foot got tangled around my right ankle and I started going down. As I fell, my right ankle twisted inward and made a horrible popping sound. It felt like an electric shock went thru the bone. I hit the carpet and lay there stunned from the pain, unable to move. My ankle immediately began to swell to the size of an egg! I couldn't get up and walk so I lay there freaked for a few minutes. Finally, I crawled to the kitchen and managed to get a bag of ice to put on it. Now, what to do?
Call Mr B, that's what! My favorite paramedic, who was on a bike ride in the far reaches of northwest Houston by this time. I frantically speed dialed his number and sent out an SOS... I fired off a text message, just to cover all my bases. Then I crawled to the sofa with my ice bag and waited.
Eventually, he stopped for a break and checked his messages. Long story short, he came to my rescue. By the time he arrived a few hours later, I was in some major pain and really swollen. After assessing my injury, we were fairly sure that it wasn't broken but continued to watch it the rest of the evening. A few glasses of wine helped my feelings a little.. I continued to ice and elevate on Monday but it continued swelling and turning blue.
My bff Lisa loaned me some crutches and a client loaned me an Air Cast which helped me get thru the work day on Tuesday. Now, it's Wednesday and I'm still in pain, bruised and swollen. I finally decided to go get an X ray. Thankfully, it's not broken! I have to wear the Air Cast for 3 or 4 weeks then be in a small brace for a few weeks after that. No prob...as long as I'm able to hobble onto The Carnival Conquest on Oct 26th for a 7 day cruise to the Carribean and Cozumel!
And, I WILL be taking those gold bronze flips flops along too. I refuse to give up my FF's...
I'll just get a maid and stop vacuuming, Y'all!
