Monday, September 15, 2008

My Nasty Broken Foot

I love being an American and love living in my country but today I wish I was in Korea.

Have you ever heard about nibble fish? I have a friend whose husband has been deployed to Korea and if I could scoot on over to see her, I'd do it. Yeah, my leg would be tired but it would be worth it. Why? Korea has nibble fish

Nibble fish are tropical fish that can feed themselves on the dead cells on the human body. It's been five weeks since I broke my foot and over a month that I have been wearing a fiberglass cast on my left foot. Without completely grossing you out, let me just say that if I could plunge this foot into a pool of nibble fish, they could absolutely gorge themselves. We're talking a serious feast! 

For most of my readers, you exfoliate freely. Your feet slough all the dead skin effortlessly. Technically you don't need nibble fish. I trust in the Lord and His Word tells me to be content in all circumstances but my left foot is devoid of such luxury and you can't even imagine how badly I would love me some nibble fish. My friend Gigi has been to one of these magic "fish spas" although it sounds pretty funky, the whole idea intrigues me.

My youngest nephew, Josiah turned one a few weeks ago and now I'm officially the only one in my entire family who can't walk. There's nothing worse than a baby show-off! I'm ready to get back on my feet, seriously!

Today I was wearing a pair of jeans that slightly flair on the bottom. I had just finished having lunch with a friend. We were enjoying our conversation when suddenly my pants get caught on one of the front wheels of my scooter. I bumbled forward, trying to catch my balance. It was a slow motion spectacle as I reached for the brick wall hoping not to go over my handle bars and onto the cement sidewalk. With only one good foot to use, I feared the worse. The woman I was with was a few paces ahead of me. She heard something and turned around for quite a sight. Poor Maria saw me biffing all over the place and she let our an expletive while trying to rescue me. By some miracle, I didn't crash to the ground but I was very embarrassed. If I would have seen this happen to someone, I probably would have laughed so hard, my sweet tea would have been coming out of my nose.

I go to the doctor on Wednesday and I'm not sure what he's going to say about the status of my foot. All I know is that the day this cast is removed, I'm going to do some serious celebrating. Nibble fish, my American foot needs you!

2 comments:

Denise said...

I've spoken with Josiah about how it's not kind to show off especially around others less fortunate. ;) He says he's sorry! Yes, your foot is nasty but I bet you're almost done with that cast. Maybe you can go get a pedicure!

Dave said...

Hi there how are you feeling? I have a cast on my foot as well and wish I could rip it off. I am only 2 weeks into this 4-6 week ordeal and don't want to think about whats going on under there,lol. Like your friend said you can get a pedicure not a guy,well in NY people wouldn't blink twice with all the metrosexuals here,lol.So feel free to email me and we can vent together,Dave.