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So I was getting ready to go get a fasting blood test done so we can find out if there's an obvious reason why I've been so very exhausted these last few months, and I went to put on my least-objectionable pair of shoes, figuring that with a piece of cardboard or something inserted in the left one it might not be too bad. Then I discovered that the left shoe was worse off than I'd thought and really wouldn't provide much protection if any to my toes. Which left me with the choices of the pair of shoes where the left one simply opens up at the toe end and my foot threatens to slide out, or the pair of walking boots which exacerbate the blisters I've been avoiding walking on the last few days in the hopes that my feet would heal up well enough that walking wouldn't be torture.

I can't do this.

Ze day so far

First things first: Could someone please explain the "pastede on yay" thing? Have been meaning to ask for a while now 'cos I don't get it.

Woke up cranky thanks to annoying dreams. That business with the shoes this morning didn't help a bit. Then the thought of having gone so long without food for no good reason nearly pushed me over the edge of something-or-other, I swear. But the one thing that's kept me from keeling over and dying long before now is that I'm a stubborn wench, so I selected my blister-inducing boots and went to the vampire's place so they could suck my blood.

It's a 3/4 mile walk to the stop where I wanted to catch the bus, and all the while I regretted my decision not to take a bus to that other bus stop. In a mere .75 miles of limping I had quite the growing collection of blisters on my poor, long-suffering feet. My expression apparently reflected my pain, judging from the disturbed faces of the small children I passed along the way.

Anyway, the bus got me to the bloodsuckers without incident. I had forgotten that the building I was going to was right next door to the office of the doctor Social Security sent me to whose report seems to be most of the reason I don't have Soc. Security income now. I did not throw rocks at his windows, but you better believe the temptation was there. Inside, the vampire of the day turned out to be a nice lady who told me that my timing was perfect--the place had been crowded all day long till about fifteen minutes before I showed up. She drew my blood without difficulty while we chatted for a bit, then she put me back together with a Bugs Bunny bandage and sent me on my way. Mission Accomplished!

Since it was hot today, I hobbled onto the first bus I saw even though it wasn't going the direction I wanted. Sometimes enjoying nominal air-conditioning is more important than a swift trip home. Got off at a shopping center, figuring that was as good a place as any to transfer to another bus. While I was there, thought it might be a good idea to get something to drink since I was getting pretty dehydrated. So I determined to wander around a bit. Have I mentioned how much the blister-inducing boots hurt my feet? Have I mentioned that I'm a stubborn wench? Right then, I wandered around a bit.

A 7-Eleven checkout machine couldn't read the code on the bottle of juice I wanted, so they charged me for a cheaper juice instead. Woo! Did some window-shopping in nifty ethnic groceries selling imported imponderables with exotic names. And I was desperate enough to ouch my way to a shoe store in case by some miracle there were something I could wear. Mind you, I've considered myself fortunate if I could find a pair of shoes that fit for under $50. After the juice, I had just $25 on me. I never find shoes to fit my oddly-shaped feet for under $25. I found a pair for $16.99 plus tax.

I'd have done a little dance right there if my feet hadn't been hurting so much.

Honestly, I have no idea if these are a good fit or not. It's hard to determine whether you're being rubbed the wrong way when both your feet already sport multiple blisters. But I now have a pair of cross-trainers which do not have gaping holes where no holes belong and which didn't make me feel like someone was digging into my toeses with knives of varying sharpness on the 3/4 mile walk home, and that's better than I expected when I left the house.

On the whole, the day could have been much worse.