Bunions

My mother had major foot problems. Because of that I've always tried to take good care of my feet, not wearing high heels or forcing them into pointy toes or shoes that are too narrow. I guess my efforts were in vain though because I've developed bunions anyway.

So far, I'm not needing surgery but I know its just a matter of time. I'm not complaining because there's nothing life-threatening about it - its more of an inconvenience than anything else - but it is making me feel old. Because I always thought bunion surgery was for old people.Which, I guess it is. But I haven't yet accepted my age. My other foot problems are more troublesome because they cause constant pain. I've learned to live with the pain and deal with it more in increments, as in one day being not too bad and another being horrible. It's chronic and I doubt I'll ever be free of it so I cope with it. Other people have worse things to deal with.

I'm learning the truth of one of my father's favorite sayings about old age: "It's better than the alternative!" But I admit to some distress over the many maladies that come with age and hope mine will not be as bad as others'. But the problems I'm having with my feet, bunions of which are only a small portion, are making me envision an old lady having trouble walking from one place to another, not the lively, spry person I always expected to become. Well, should I be lucky enough to live to be old I guess I'll take what I get!