Monday, November 10, 2014

Haters gonna hate

So, I like to wear heels. I blame my 5' 10" sister for my desire to be tall, even temporarily. 

I catch a lot of flack for this habit. 

I wore heels when I was pregnant. Coworkers who had never even carried a child were displeased. And really, far more outspoken than one might think.

Then, I hurt my knee this summer, and between that and the subsequent knee surgery and recovery, I was out of heels for a good three months, minimum. 

I missed them. Like, really. Like "shopped for heels online two weeks after my surgery" missed them. I knew one day we would be reunited. It's probably why I was so good about doing my physical therapy. Screw getting in shape, I want to get back in heels.

Now that my knee is healing nicely and I am getting closer to being back to 100 percent, I've started wearing heels again, but for limited engagements. I know my restrictions, promise. I'm vain, but not that vain.

As you can imagine, this is not well received, either.  

So while I'm sure his comment was laden with sarcasm and he was probably less than thrilled, I was both entertained and pleased when at my follow-up appointment (which was on an office day, please note) my orthopedist greeted me by saying, "Well, anytime a patient comes in for a follow-up wearing 3-inch heels, I take it as a sign that things are going well." 

I knew I liked that doctor for a reason.

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