Shaking a leg

The right heel had been giving me trouble for over a year. Now, my first love is Dancing, and as is known, to dance you need your legs intact and fully functional (for most people). So I worry a lot about any pain I feel in my legs. The heel was a trouble I knew will not bring good news. I bore the pain and danced on (I almost felt like a brave knight), delaying the inevitable as much as I can. So after this year’s office Annual Meeting Dance Performance, I was left with no other choice than go visit an orthopaedic. As I had anticipated, the x-ray came back with the picture of a heel spur. I was still hopeful that it can be cured. But the doctor said it is not curable and all I can do is contain it to relieve the feet from pain.

At this point I should mention that I am extremely selective about my footwear. Firstly I am gifted with really broad feet. It makes life difficult to get most footwear in my size. Secondly, I take forever to choose a style which is to my liking and satisfaction.

Getting back to the heel spur, the doctor advised me to wear soft-sole-footwear. The disappointment I felt when I heard those words were so intense that I almost cried (more out of anger towards the ugly looking footwear). He also advised to not stand for long and not to walk long distances. So obviously I am worried what he is going to say about dancing. If you are not supposed to walk much, it is given you are not supposed to dance. Even though I asked him if I can dance, I was already heartbroken at this point and was ready to burst into tears.

But to my surprise and great pleasure, the doctor told me I can continue my dance provided I give good rest to the heel, to which I eagerly agreed. So my heel is officially SPUR’D but I can still dance. So the worst outcome from this diagnosis is I cannot wear any footwear to my liking (which is already very low in number given my selectiveness and size of the feet).

Hence my conclusion from all these happenings is my feet do not like the footwear I like. To protest my choice, my heels grew extra bone (all my bones in my body are intact and never been broken till now), just to seek comfort over style. Can you believe it? How can Comfort outshine Style? Don’t feet have brains? Oh they don’t. So should I follow the brainless feet’s instructions or my brain’s? Looks like a difficult battle to win. Maybe all I need a truce between the two!