No More Bare Feet

During my visit with my doctor last week, I complained about all my little aches and pains. Individually they are nothing. Together they are like being pecked to death by ducks: it takes a long time and is annoying as all hell.

Simply put: I've had enough.

I'm working on the Mystery Allergy. I'm working on the asthma I've had my entire life. I'm watching what I eat. I'm taking a multivitamin and calcium every day.

Now I would like my joints to stop aching. This knee has hurt off and on since the original injury in 1991. It's time to quit hurting. I didn't do anything "hard" or "bad" to it. Really.

The doctor watched me walk across the room. "Go see a podatrist and in the mean time, no more walking around the house bare foot."

I mentioned we keep a "Japanese house" in the respect of no shoes in the house. Herself being Japanese-American, she knew exactly what I meant. Shoes with arch support were needed, so I went and bought a fresh pair of Reeboks. The look exactly like my old Reeboks.

This is confusing the heck out of my kids.

"Mommy?" The look of wonder crosses my children's faces. "Why are you wearing shoes?"

Should I resisit the urge to say, "To keep you guessing" or "Because I'm the Mommy" ?