I’ve officially had a broken leg for three weeks. Wanna know the hardest part of this whole ordeal? It’s not the pain, the side-effects of painkillers, the boredom or even the major inconvenience. Those things all kind of suck, but what what really makes me sad is the fact that I can’t wear fabulous shoes! That’s right. I miss shoes. Usually during the weeks before the annual RWA conference, I’m trying to figure out how to get away with fifteen pairs or less of pumps. In fact, last summer I made this post about shoes. I think those were the justthe red shoes I brought with me to RWA. So now? I’ve reduced to this:

I look like Storm Trooper. Well, my left leg does. And it’s not like I can wear a stiletto on my right foot. I mean, not only is it hard to match stiletto with this contraption, I’m not sure my walking talent extends far enough to accommodate one-legged high heel walking.

But I’m looking on the bright side of things. I was going to have to have a cast, but the surgeon put so much metal in my leg I have a kind of internal cast which meant I got to choose this handy boot instead. I had to promise to be super careful and not put any weight on this leg, or turn my ankle at all. I can do that because it means no garbage bag showers anymore!!

Anyway, I can start wearing shoes again in September and September will be here soon enough. Right?