The Rest of the Story

So here are a couple of pictures of the damage.

Years ago I used to go dancing. You know it had to be years ago because it was disco. I used to love swing and boogie and rock and roll and yes, I was not necessarily a good dancer but I had fun. When certain music plays I start to twitch (anybody else do that?) and Saturday night we had a big band at the Gala. (High Society is good you can go to their Website here for a sample.) The thing is I have not been dancing for ages. And about five years ago I had a condition which is diabetic related which caused me to have an ankle fusion operation and I changed my name to Ileane since I now have this shoe to contend with. It does not help with dancing. Especially swing dancing.
Hell, I can't even walk across the back yard with all its bumps and holes without a stick to help keep my balance. It also does not help that this particular shoe is a little over a year old (Medicare will only buy one pair a year and yes, I know it is time but I am busy) and it is not really tight. It wobbles a little on even straight hard surfaces and while I have not fallen for awhile on Saturday night at the Gala I tempted the Gods.

People who like to dance know what I mean by "twitching" - And yes I know it probably looks ridiculous to see an old fat man dancing with a really nice young gal who knows how to dance and can even follow an old ________(you fill in the blank) like me. So we ventured out on the dance floor and the next think I knew I was about 30 years younger and dancing again. I loved it. Until I really ended up on the dance floor. Now the main reason I fell was probably the shoe but it did not help that I had some lovely Scotch and a bit of Templeton Rye... But I will always maintain that it was the shoe that did it, That and my exuberance. (Gee, I spelled that correctly) -
I scared the Bejeesus (and you can't spell that correctly because it is not a word.) out of my table mates. It did not help that there had been a medical emergency at the next table and there I was sprawled on the floor. I was worried about by glasses but they stayed on. I believe my hat went flying. Anyway I also have these KNEES which do not work like they are supposed to so I knew I was going to have to have help getting up. (Did I ever tell you about the time I fell on the ice at the end of my driveway and had to crawl in the house --- all the way up the driveway and then up the stairs to the kitchen to get a chair to pull myself up) The thing is I hate to have people treat me like I was old. I much prefer not to be reminded. I know that they are being helpful but it bugs me.

Well anyway they got me up and I went back to the table and continued to enjoy myself. No broken bones and still cognizant. I have fallen before (lots of times since I got this shoe) so I probably have some sense of how to do it.

I did get a chance to redeem myself a little. New York, New York came on and I got to "twitching" again and even though she was afraid to dance with me we got up and tried again. This time I was not quite so exuberant and we got through the dance and I loved it. I so miss not being able to go out dancing.

Sometimes when I fall I feel worse the second day than I did the first and that was the case today. I have a sore shoulder and discovered the bruises in the pictures above.. And that is the "rest of the story" -

I am also tired from the change over to regular time. Even though the clocks got set back my internal clock did not so I now wake up an hour earlier... Actually it is the same time it just says it is an hour earlier. So today I accomplished nothing... not a thing. I went back to bed this afternoon and slept for a couple of hours. Hopefully my "clock" will be adjusted soon and things will get back to normal. In the meantime I am looking for places to go dancing.... As soon as I get a new shoe. Thanks for stopping by. ARTYAL, Hugs. j