There's one little problem with this love affair: I am not one who posesses coordination.
So, when you take something like these:
and you combine them with my flawed ability to maintain balance, and then toss in an inclined driveway, you get the makings for disaster. The other day, that's just what I got.
What happened was something like this:
My fibula bone, the one I broke in November, sliding off a pair of flat flip-flops at the bottom of my stairs? Well, it re-broke, but worse than the first break.
My mother used to tell me that I aways move two steps ahead of myself. True words, those.
Surgery is May 10th.
There's a lesson here, and it's about shoes. Whether flat or platform, I am incapable of safely wearing them.
Or, perhaps I should slow two steps down?