In Pursuit of My Glass Slipper.

 Like most of those inflicted with bunions, I have wonderful genetics to thank for my feet. Unlike my family members, it would seem I did not inherit a single good gene for my feet. I am twenty-four years old and I have had horrible feet since I could remember. When I was younger I went to a podietrist to seek treatment. I, like most suffering from bunions, was told that the only real treatment for them was surgery. It was not until this past year that the pain I felt became unbearable. I then made an appointment to have a date set for surgery.
I have found a wonderful doctor who will be performing the surgeries. Yes, you read that correctly, surgeries. Although my feet are pretty jacked up, they are both jacked up the same way. I have seen where there have been people that went through a double bunionectomy and everything went smoothly, but I have not been able to wrap my mind around putting weight slowly on BOTH feet. My doctor let me know at the first visit that he refuses to do double bunionectomies but that he has no problem doing a lot of work on one foot at a time. So, the date was made. I work as an intervention aide at an elementary school. I call it being a gypsy teacher. I like to describe my job that way because I travel from one classroom to the next ALL DAY LONG. Since I knew I would need to have as much of a recovery time as possible, I planned my surgery to be during the Thanksgiving and Christmas break. Most surgeries will not take that long to recover from.
Can I get a fry with that?

Let's talk about having it my way. I will be having a bunionectomy on my left great toe, a removal of my tailor's bunion, and the correction of four hammer toes. I feel like I am getting a full reconstruction of my left foot. Keep in mind this will all be happening to my right foot during the summer. Whoot whoot!