Tumbalina takes a fall

I have such a love for ridiculous shoes, for shoes that are too platform, too wedge, shoes that reach too far into the too much.  I have a closet full of shoes that fit into this category.  I love to wear them with jeans, with skirts, with shorts.  I love to wear them in the car and I love to wear them on a plane.  I love to wear them when I'm in and I love to wear them when I'm out.  I remove them to sleep or bathe, that's pretty much it.

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:

Only, my ankle went the other way, outward. And I didn't remain standing.  And my legs aren't that long or pretty, especially not my knees.  Otherwise, that's a darn good representation.  At least you get the idea.

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?