You know, I remember old people talking about corns, bunions (which I thought was some kind of onion rolls) and hammer toes.
I always thought it was quite yucky to see those freaks of nature, sticking out of the end of one of my elder female relatives’ sling-back shoes……
Fast forward to 2010, and I am at the doctors, showing him my pathetic little toe that looks broken and crooked. “Hammer Toe” he exclaims! No, it can’t be…..these feet have always been healthy! Nothing special that would make me a foot model, but they have always been nice! Now I am going to have some kind of tool-set on the end of my foot, a hammer????? Isn’t it enough that I have wrinkles? Gray hair? That my bust is fast becoming a 38 long? Isn’t it enough that I have an interesting ring of flab around my mid-section, that cutting my toe-nails is as difficult as it was when I was pregnant? Apparently not. Now I am doomed to have strange objects shaping my otherwise normal extremities. Getting older is an interesting journey. I suppose it is not all lost – Perhaps my newly formed toe will be useful, maybe I can use it to drive a nail in the wall next time we need to hang a picture. Jude The Freak