Jewells of Thought

Walking feels empowering. It allows me to exercise my bad foot and feel good about getting some fresh air for a good 25 minutes. This morning we needed to make a trip to the store though. The one that created my problem.

The workout feels good like I said both of my feet get tired, but they carry me through the walk. They did relatively well today too, there are still times even with the cream that I can still feel some pain, but nothing like 2019 when the initial pain occurred.

Once I step into Wally-World I get anxious and I am on a countdown to when the pain will start. It’s just a matter of time, no matter what I do it always comes prepared or not. It can usually take up to 30 minutes usually, but today it was 15 minutes. This is why I stay away from there and try to plan my trips to things I need to find or make decisions on.

It’s been 6 years and I still have this pain. One of my supervisors said, “if I can walk in a boot so can you” we even had the same foot doctor. He told me not on that cement floor. I was literally hopping on my foot to get out the door, yet there she was without a boot now obviously. She had my diagnosis it was not the same and yet she was acting like she was a doctor telling me what to do with my foot. Today all those emotions hit me on my way out of the store.

I didn’t know enough about suing if I even had a legitimate case. Years later I think I could have had one if I had just been courageous enough to fight for myself. I may have had flat feet to start out with, but I worked fine that way for a long time. It was right after they remodeled and took off the tile to have a cement floor that an unfamiliar pain encapsulated my foot.

The sad fact is that I was not the only cashier affected or the last one to leave for the same reasons. What was different for me was I had scheduled my second carpal tunnel for that Christmas before I got my diagnosis on my foot. Talk about being down and out finding a job was nearly impossible with both issues at hand. I remember calling myself double-trouble. It was tiresome, but my hand healed faster than my foot did.

Today is a day I really regret not taking the initiative with the lawsuit. Now I’ll never know what could have happened from it. So many decisions in these last few years have been because of that diagnosis though. Even a second surgery that wouldn’t have happened at all.

Life is interesting like how we make our decisions! Do you have regrets or decisions you wish you could redo?