Surgery is done. In under an hour and twenty minutes, just like that, 27 years' worth of maligned foot bones have been swiftly set back in their places. Now it's all about envisioning a speedy recovery, hoping for the best outcome, elevation to cut the swelling, and sitting. Lots of sitting. Too much sitting.
During my brief time on this planet, I've never allowed myself the indulgence of a professional pedicure. Motivated, in part, by vanity--the total lack of desire to give any stranger such up close and personal view of my feet. Mostly though, it was a habit borne of my practical nature. An attitude of, "why bother?" Why bother trying to pretty up something that I have no interest in calling any attention to?! I've so rarely worn any open-toed shoes during the past 10 years, it just didn't make sense to spend the money on such silliness as "professional" pedicures. An at-home job would suffice, with no loud colored polishes, indeed.
Sad thing is, there's a certain level of self-indulgence that qualifies as just and fair treatment to oneself, especially after long days of work, or noted accomplishments. I guess I missed out! When Suze brought it up to me, this idea of a sort of ceremonial pre-bunion-surgery pedi, I promptly poo-poo'ed the idea. "Asian women have seen the aftermath of foot binding! They're not gonna be afraid of your little bump on your foot!" she scoffed.
To be honest, the 21 days leading up to my surgery were so hectic and jam-packed, pedicures were the furthest thing from my mind. So, dearest Suzy, I honestly regret that I wasn't able to take you up on your offer! I'm doing well, and very relieved that the surgery is over. Scarf-Akin. I think I made the right decision. It'll be another 7 days before I'm really allowed to start even trying to walk. Talk to you soon, and we'll make a date for the spa in February, ok?
