Saturday, April 2, 2011
I'm a DOCTOR, who knew?
I have self diagnosed myself with restless leg syndrome.
Also known as RLS.
With the help of some of my doctor-like-me friends and my massive compilation of medical knowledge....aka Google....I have finally figured out what's been ailing me for months!
Just when I thought I had to give up wearing heels every day, I have found a cure for my sleepless nights, leg pains and misery.
Isn't it amazing what the threat of giving up cute shoes can do to a shoelover like me?
Although I've been suffering with night time leg aches and pains for many, many months, it's only recently that they have become almost intolerable.
I liken it to the pain that I suffered the time I spent 5 solid days running around DisneyWorld-- 115 pounds ago.
It was that kind of pain that sent me to my kitchen at 2 am the other morning to make eggplant parmagiano.
My legs just ache so much while I am in bed and I keep stretching them out and moving them in order to find some measure of comfort....but the comfort never comes.
The only relief I get is to move around.
So, the other night, when I just could not take it anymore-- I did what any other self-respecting in-pain woman would do at 2 am on a work night---I scoured my pantry and my freezer and my fridge to figure out what I could whip together to keep me busy.
(Cooking is often my go-to therapy of choice.)
It was either that or down the bottle of Hendrix gin.
Thankfully, I spotted the plump eggplant in the veggie bowl and had more than enough cheese to feed a large colony of Atkins dieters.
All I needed was some breadcrumbs, some olive oil and a container of frozen tomato sauce.
God must have been watching over me because I found everything within moments.
Yes, thank God.....Hendrix gin is way too valuable to waste on leg pains.
Plus, it wouldn't look too good if I showed up at work strung out on gin.
So, three hours later, I had 2 gorgeous casserole dishes of eggplant parmagiano, a sink filled with dirty dishes and sauce splattered all over my silky pink leopard jammies.
The house smelled amazing.
I was exhausted.
I had to go to work.
It was then, in my pitiful state, that I told myself--I can't do this anymore. The heels must go.
It must have been the scare that I needed.
My doctor skills kicked in, I called in the opinions of my doctor-like-me friends and I googled away.
I will now begin self-medicating.
I could not imagine a life in flat shoes.