Why pick on Elana?
I woke up two days ago to leg pain specifically the area around my knee. Today the pain was still there and by afternoon my knee was swollen - I was missing a knee cap. It was late in the day and I thought it might be difficult to get a doctors appointment. I also considered urgent care. Having grown up with a family history of vascular issues (my mother suffered phlebitis 3 times and my sisters had also had flare ups), I decided on a local ER. If any tests were needed I could get everything done at once. (the name of the ER is not important here - that's not what this is about)After a thorough examination and a lot of whining on my part, the ER doctor announced to me that I had a knee sprain. She did not know how or what could have caused this. I was relieved to find out that it was nothing serious but that did not satisfy the doctor. Looking around for a reason, she spotted my innocent shoes. Elana lay helpless in the corner never knowing what was about to hit her as my ER doctor sent daggers her way.
I spent the next five minutes being scolded about heels and told that I would need to where flats. FLATS, I couldn't even comprehend this term and advised the staff they'd better get ready to treat me for a heart attack next.
Poor Elana - There's no way she could be responsible for this. I was glad that I wasn't wearing Rachel and didn't confess that I'd worn her the day before -- now there was a heel........
I think if the doctor had even glanced at Jasmine, I'd be in shoe rehab for sure.
If you run into me in the next few weeks, I will be the much shorter girl wearing the flat but oh so stylish shoes....and if you look close, I might have an ice pack (or bag of corn) resting on my knee.
