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Hey there, I'm Marisa; wife to John. Mother to: Manny, Christian, and Jackson. I am also the author of this blog.

Lover of Starbucks, make up, chuck taylors, flip flops, purses, music, movies, and books.

Friday, April 29, 2011

As said in my last blog, I was given the go ahead to ditch my walking boot at my last check up and the timing couldn't have been more perfect...

Warm weather is quickly approaching Antioch (insert happy face)! It's suppose to get up into the 80s this weekend and stay warm all next week. I am so happy about this! John and I felt like we brought Daly City with us during our move, as it's been overcast and super cold here lately. We were starting to wonder if the warm weather would ever show up.

And what kind of shoes are appropriate for warm weather? Flip flops (or slippers as John calls them). Unfortunately while painting my toe nails last night I got a good look at my healing left ankle and to my utmost shock and horror I noticed that I have a cankle! A friggin' CANKLE!

A cankle as described by urban dictionary is, "The absence of a defined ankle on a person - whereby the calf of the leg merges directly into the foot. The calf appears to replace the ankle - hence the term 'cankle'."

Now an ordinary cankle wouldn't be so bad (I might be a little depressed as this would mean that I have gained an extreme amount of weight) because normally if a person has one cankle, it means he or she has a matching set. Unfortunately, I only have one. ONE. Which means when I wear my flip flops I'll have one "normal" looking ankle and one swollen ankle. So not pretty.

On top of the lack of definition from my ankle to calve on my lone left leg, my ankle is also discolored. It's friggin' purple! Bruised. Not to mention the lovely scar that adorns the left side.

I have the following concerns:

Will the swelling ever go down?

Will the color normalize?

Will I always have one fat ankle and one "normal" one?

Are there any make up tricks that can camouflage the offending area?

I have dreams of me walking down the street giving "whats up" head nods and finger guns to folks walking by, and them dry heaving and giving me looks of disgust and horror at my deformed left leg.

Okay, not really.

Yes, in the grand scheme of things me worrying about the disfigurement of my foot is completely vain and uncalled for. There are starving people in ~~China~~ Africa (sorry, got my decades confused) for crying out loud. But we are all vain about certain things, whether we choose to admit it or not, and right now the deformity on my left leg plagues me. I'll get over it....eventually.

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