An appointment with the podiatrist is upon me and this visit is past due. Maybe the Dr. can prescribe something be it a pill or a procedure to remove the pain. I stood in front of the closet, door flung aside and stared into the 12X3 opening that contains double rows of clothes that at one time I had chosen, paid for and dragged into this small area. I have nothing to wear!
Hanging row upon row, neat and color coded, season of the year coded and ready for me to just make a selection, I dread this part of going anywhere. It's 42 degrees here right now but by noon that won't be the case. Whatever I put on now will be unbearable by noon. Layering. That works well for this time of year and the fluctuating temperatures.
It's not important what I wear. I want some information about the right foot so I'll layer on some clothing and be where I'm supposed to be at 10:30. Is there an end in sight? I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that!