Sunday, October 30, 2011

A special kind of hypochondria

A friend of mine has been worried about her brother -- he was having what looked like neurological problems -- shuffling gait, slurred speech, etc., and my friend was concerned about Lou Gehrig's disease. Recently the family learned it was a mild stroke and very treatable.

My friend was in my thoughts, so maybe this is why, walking to a meeting today, I was alarmed to feel myself dragging my left foot. I tried to correct it, but my foot just didn't seem to want to place itself straight, and my heel was dragging as I walked forward. I worried. I fretted. I put it behind me till after work. As I walked to the car at 5:30 pm tonight, I felt mounting panic as I felt myself walking funny, and hearing a distinctive brushing sound as my foot drug against the floor of the parking garage. Even so, I was in a hurry to get to the barn. I put it out of my mind. I put on my boots and rode, and forgot all about it. Back in the tack room, I unzipped my boots and reached for my shoes.

Oh. That explains it...


10 comments:

  1. DreamingOctober 30, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Oh, how funny! (Perhaps, not at the time!)

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  2. ValOctober 30, 2011 at 5:39 PM

    Funny!

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  3. BarbaraOctober 30, 2011 at 6:13 PM

    lol
    The power of suggestion.

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  4. MaryOctober 30, 2011 at 9:31 PM

    That made me laugh out loud. Actually I've done that too...Why? I have no idea. Glad you're "OK".

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  5. NetherfieldmomOctober 30, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    Are those Clarks?? The exact same thing happened to two different pairs of Clarks...so I don't want to buy anymore. So glad you didnt have a stroke! :)

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  6. McFawnOctober 30, 2011 at 11:51 PM

    HAHAHA! Those Clarks have seen better days.

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  7. JeanOctober 31, 2011 at 3:13 AM

    Uhm....what's the problem??? *VBWG* I am just a little surprised it took you all day to discover it...you must have been really busy.

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  8. TBDancerOctober 31, 2011 at 9:39 AM

    Reminds me of the story Agatha Christie, the mystery writer, tells in her autobiography, Come Tell Me How You Live. She followed her second husband, Max Mallowan, to his archeological expeditions in ... Egypt, I think, and they would walk up these tels or hills, always going the same direction, looking for evidence--pottery shards, etc.--that the tel might be worth exploring further. After several weeks of this, she couldn't walk in a straight line.

    Her problem? Due to the slant of the tel and always going around it in the same direction, she had worn down the heels of her shoes at an angle.

    Thanks for the laugh ;o) New shoes in order? You have a crack in the sole, too.

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  9. Minus PrideOctober 31, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    hahaha this made me laugh. Perfect monday morning blog!!

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  10. Stacey Kimmel-SmithNovember 2, 2011 at 12:02 AM

    Jean I don't know that acronym -- vbwg?

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