I’ve been walking for exercise the last week or so. Which is not unusual in someone recovering from knee surgery, but I’ve had a foot so swollen that I couldn’t get a shoe on it, so walking was kinda out of the picture.
Daily application of compression sox finally reduced my foot to something like normal size, but it will still swell if I leave the sox off for too long. This afternoon I took my sock off and looked at my foot, which was skinny enough to look rather skeletal.
And then a little horror movie started.
Things were moving under the skin. Little swellings forming and moving and fading. And then my foot, of its own volition, began creeping along the floor. Millimeters at a time, but still. . .
It was creepy. And fascinating. And food for a horror film that spontaneously leaped into my head.
Now I’m waiting for Part II to start
