Every summer, I usually buy one new pair of sandals. Although I skipped last year, this year I bought a new pair of sandals. I think I bought them online, on sale at Saks. Of course, I saw them in an ad on Facebook.
Pink, super high platform sandals in a fabric that my mother used to call “hopsack”. They were Lucky Brand sandals. And wearing them around the house when they first arrived, they were surprisingly comfortable.
On Tuesday night, four of my friends and I went out to dinner in charming Essex MA. Essex was known as a boat-building town even though it isn’t on the ocean. It’s connected via the beautiful, picturesque wetlands and river to nearby Gloucester on the Atlantic Ocean.
We sat outdoors at C.K. Pearl Restaurant because it was a lovely, hot night. I wish I had thought to snap a few pictures of the stunning scenery and our fun time. But here’s a photo of part of the view of The Great Marsh that I took back in October 2019 along with the two photos above.
I’ve been wearing a lot of blue clothing this summer, but on Tuesday night, I decided to wear pink. And I broke out the new pink platform sandals to go with my hot pink jeans, gray top adorned with cocktails in pinks, greens and orange, and a peach 3/4 sleeve cardigan in case it got cool after the sun went down.
We had a lot of fun. Great company, good food and delicious cocktails. I think we will try to get together again in August since it was such a good time.
When I got home around 10pm, I should have changed my clothes and certainly my shoes. But it was too early for a night owl like me to get ready for bed, and it seemed silly to change twice. So I kept on the clothes I wore for the evening.
Then I decided I to go outside to look at the moon made bright orange from the smoke created by the fires out west. I also wanted to move the solar lights that I have in my front yard illuminating my three pear trees. I opened the front door, and I turned sideways and stepped down onto the mat on the landing. It’s about a 6 inch step down, and for some reason, my platform sandal was unstable on the mat. As a result, my ankle turned and I lost my balance. Unfortunately, there was nothing to grab on to, and I saw myself flying through the air in slow motion. Then I fell onto the concrete stairs and bounced down onto the walkway. That was a shock. No one was around except two teenage girls across the street who were going into the front door of their house. They didn’t notice me in the dark. So I picked myself up, crawled up the stairs, and went into the house. Fortunately, I was wearing my long pink jeans that protected my skin from scraping on the concrete stairs as I fell. I knew I was bruised and my ankle hurt, but I wasn’t bleeding so I thought I was OK.
A couple of hours later, I went to bed, and I kept waking up all night because my foot hurt even when the sheet and summer weight blanket touched it. When I woke up in the morning, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take the train to Boston to get my hair colored. I cancelled my appointment, and I tried calling my doctor’s office to see if I could talk to one of the nurses to find out what I should do about my foot. Unfortunately, no one answered the phone, so I gave up after a while and called one of my friends who is very well-informed about all things healthcare. She suggested that I go to the Urgent Care facility that is part of the medical group. That made sense to me. Another friend agreed to drive me.
To make this long story a little shorter, I have a few painful bruises that will hopefully clear up soon. They took x-rays of my foot and ankle, and the radiologist determined that my ankle is OK but that I had a small fracture on one of my metatarsals on the top of my foot. No big deal, right? I figured I might not be able to jog for a couple of weeks, but I was going to ask if it would be OK if I road my bike. So I was a little surprised when the NPR told me that she was going to give me a boot to wear on my right foot…for 4-6 weeks. WHAT???? And I can’t drive wearing the boot. Plus the injury is to my right foot, the important foot for driving. I have to make an appointment with an orthopedist, and I will see what they have to say.
Meanwhile, I have put away my cute 3-4 inch high platform sandals. Frankly, after this, I am not sure I would wear them again. But it sure was nice to be 5’4″ for at least a few hours!