That's right, I have a, uh, um, a bunion. Can't they think of a better name for it? For example, for "washerwoman's elbow," there is "tennis elbow," which brings to mind long days spent practicing for Wimbledon rather than long hours spent scrubbing a floor or peeling root vegetables.
So instead of "bunion," how about "distance runner's toe"? Or maybe "Prada foot," so named because you can make it worse by wearing expensive narrow shoes?
Anyway, I have one on my right foot, and am getting one on my left. I'm going to have the right foot operated on Friday. The left will wait a few years. I am going to be on crutches for at least awhile. They say I can't drive, though I intend to figure out how to do it safely at least around New Albin. And of course it is going to be a little bit interesting preparing for out-of-town guests for Thanksgiving while hobbling around in a CAMboot. Oh well. By Christmas I should be back in heels again, no longer banging my Prada foot into every hard or sharp object I see, no longer having it get stepped on by the dog (who rarely, if ever, misses). I think it will be worth it.