I got to work and had a fairly quiet day in the office. It gave me a chance to admire my shoes. I've been trying to wear as many different pairs of shoes as possible since my surgery and I had on a particularly cute pair today. 
In fact, several people in line at the poll complimented them, as well as a few co-workers. I probably hadn't worn them in almost two years, and before today I'd only worn them a few times. So I was surprised when I walked down the hall at work and started having trouble staying upright. Maybe the soles weren't sufficiently scuffed? A survey of the bottom of my shoe quickly revealed the issue. 
In case any of you are not aware, womens' dress shoes are supposed to have heel caps. And I feel certain these shoes had heel caps when I bought them. But the other shoe was just as bad. The fact that I was walking on two nails on a tile floor might explain my balance trouble. In fact, now I am impressed by my balance. (Not enough to walk a tightrope between skyscrapers while blindfolded, mind you.) Apparently I need to check my shoes a little more thoroughly each morning before I leave the house.
I made the discovery mid-morning, which meant I had to make it through the rest of the work day in my rickety shoes. I stayed safely on carpet as much as possible and walked on the balls of my feet to avoid any mishaps. I made it home without injury and enjoyed a nice, quiet evening alone with my patient, long-suffering husband for the first time in weeks.
I still haven't called about setting up a new program for my stimulator, but I resolve to do it tomorrow. Right after I inspect my shoes to make sure they are intact.
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