A lot was happening south of my ankles today. First up, I took my first shower in my new, safety-enhanced, shower. The handle was quite helpful getting in and out of the tub, and the little textured stickers seemed very effective and keeping me from slipping around.
At least I'm giving credit to the stickers, as the tub used to be very slippery and this morning it wasn't. The odd thing was that I couldn't actually feel the stickers with my feet. As far as my feet were concerned I was standing on a uniform surface. There was no sensation that this spot was textured and that spot wasn't. It was weird and slightly disturbing.
At that point, I could at least sense that I had feet. That stopped on my way home from work. I stepped off the curb and it was like I left my foot back where I'd been standing. It was a very odd sensation and made it really hard to walk. So I took the bus.
And by the time I got off the bus my foot was again attached to my ankle. Which is important because I like my foot. Also, last night I learned that there is something called the Coast to Coast Walk in the United Kingdom, which looks awfully entertaining. Problem is, to make the walk you sort of need to be able to walk, and reliably so. I'm not sure I'd want to undertake that with my feet disappearing.
And that, more or less, is today's story of feet.
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