My feet don't want to walk anymore.
Today at work I was just about run off my feet. Here, there, up the stairs, down the stairs, up again, down again........over and over.
Helping here, doing there.
When it was almost time to go home, I realised I hadn't eaten, the growling stomach and lightheadedness alerted me, so up the stairs I went again, for a cheese and cracker snack.
At home, I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the bed for 5 minutes. Well, it seemed like 5 minutes, but when I looked at the clock an hour had passed. How do you enjoy a nap if you don't realise you've had one?
I put the bins out and set off on my walk. One and a half kms, no problem, another one and a half kms homeward bound, no problem.
Then I made the mistake of sitting down as soon as I got home. Tried to get up a few minutes later to find all my muscles had stiffened up and gone on strike. The heels and balls of my feet absolutely did not want to take the weight of my body.
Limped and hobbled my way to a hot shower, which helped the rest of me, but not my feet.
Hours later now, they still don't want to carry me.
Maybe tomorrow at work I'll sit in a trolley and scoot around that way.......
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