Thursday, January 8, 2009

Cracked Out Heels State

These heels o'mine need a healin, that's right healin.... because they look pretty bad off
the right one worse then the left
the left nothing to scoff
The other night I woke up in darkness when the rain, wind, thunder and lightening sounded through the open windows to my front and left. There was a freight train rolling hard less than a thousand feet above the trees that I wanted to see. So I got up and walked to the kitchen when I noticed a pain in my right heel each time it hit the envied hard wood floor. I never look at my heels that are strategically located at the backs of both my feet even though I know they are there. I turned on a light and gave cursory examination to the source of the contact pain and discovered yet again that my heels look, well not taken care of. Maybe I should go to one of those 20 dollar pedicure places run by the fine folks from south east Asia. If I go they will prolly do me like the used to do my friend Julie. After taking one look at my feet the will say, "Why you no do you self?", "Please go home and do you self!" Yea, that is not the solution especially considering I can do my self, it will just be hard to stay on it. The cause of this problem is not my lack of good hygiene because I do try to stay on top of my hygiene. The fissures in my heels stem from the exposure that the Shimano RAGBRAI approved sandals have given me. See a long, long time ago one of the smartest people in the world let me know that the only shoe for the job of bicycle courier is the SPD compatible Shimano sandal. Of course, why trial and error any further, cut to the quick stop kidding yourself with planter's warts and athletes fungus trapped inside a sweaty shoe all day. From that first pair of sandals I bought straight through the 4th or 5th gen that I am on now my tootsies have never been happier. Of course except for my cracked out heels which are just an innocent casualty of happy feet at work. I plan to start taking better care of them and maybe in a few months or years I will have some after shots of a healthier looking heel.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

woah... let me be the first to say... "that's nasty Billy!"

julie said...

It really is not a pretty sight!!!! And by the way... I still do my self!!! Go scare a small Asian lady Billy. Your friend Julie.

The Ghost of Jerry Reed said...

barf

Anonymous said...

you so naaasty! take care those things

Wicki said...

Billy- SHEA butter. The real stuff. Not the store bought bogus whatever shwaza. Get to an african store like the one that used to be over near the Common Market (may still be there). The one where they sell drums and wood statues and fabric and whatnot. Ask for a ball of shea butter or "doni." They'll wrap it in some waxed paper or put it in a jar. That is the stuff. Then wrap it on your feet with some dense-waterproof type fabric each night. Or at least rub it into the cracks daily and cover with socks. Maybe I find some for you. Until then get some feux shea buttery stuff. Cocoa butter is another, less suitable and temporary, but natural healer.

And 30 hours is so close. So close

Billy said...

I aprreciate all the kind words...
Jules, is that really you?
GJR, nausea is a fine cure for boredom!
Beccina-great tip-that African place still is there and I will go see them for some shea buttah aka Doni that before now I knew nothing about!

Kevin said...

Yep that's really her. I told her.