Just a post about shoes.

Somewhere between these freak shoes

and these sexy little kittens,
my back decided to call in sick.

Thursday, I took Kona puppy for a long walk in those ape shoes. Friday, I danced my heart away at a wedding, keeping my heels on.

Friday night, I moaned and groaned each time my body moved in bed, because my lower back wasn’t having it.

By Saturday morning, I couldn’t move much. I would exclaim, “Ahhhhghhhh!” at sudden motions that made my back spasm. It was awkward and uncontrollable. I cried because of the pain, and because I felt like a wuss for crying, and because I wanted to go out for breakfast and not to stupid Urgent Care. And then I nibbled on nuts in my pocket, as we sat in the waiting room, because an empty stomach and low blood sugar contribute to my overall anxiety.

I don’t know what caused my back to hate me. But I have a feeling it involves the shoes. So if you see me sporting these little gems, you can assume that my back is happy.