Earlier this week I flew out to visit some clients in Texas with a few other teammates. I really hate leaving on a Sunday and cutting my weekend short, but as teammates go, I have the very best so that made it bearable. On the way out, I decided to wear my running compression socks, with two flights I figured I may get a bit of swelling.
As you can see, the socks are SUPER sexy, but they were hidden beneath my jeans so I didn’t mind, plus I was wearing my favorite runners which were unbelievably comfortable. On the way out, the socks seemed to do the trick and I was so glad I decided to wear them. The next morning we headed out early to our meetings to present the work we had done over the last four weeks and by the end of the day my feet were swollen, I was exhausted and I was started to get blisters from my new shoes. Our day unfortunately was not over, we were headed to dinner with clients, but more importantly we had to find our car first. We were on a large campus and moved to different buildings and by the end were all turned around. Finally one my my teammates hit the panic button and we followed the noise until we found it. I kept thinking, “oh how I wish I had my compression socks on and my cute runners, but I couldn’t wear them with my pixie pants and sling backs…right? After dinner we headed back to the hotel and we hung out in the cafe lounge to talk about meetings the next day. I sat with my feet propped up and was hoping the swelling would subside before tomorrow. Deep in discussion and strategy a gentleman decided to take a seat with us, he was drunk as a skunk, and wanted parenting advice for his 2 year old. He kept calling him an “asshole” and said he couldn’t get him to do anything and wondered if we had advice. But this is where it got weird, he then reached out and grabbed my foot and said how he could see it was swollen and thought it was cool I had my shoes off and feet propped up. Was this guy really touching my feet? There was a small part of me that really could have used a foot rub, but then the rationale side of me realized that it was just the crazy side of me thinking that and I quickly snapped into reality and the guy moved his hand. I was so thankful, because I looked over and noticed that Seth, the only male with us, was looking puffed up like he was ready to pounce. Later he told us that he was contemplating whether or not he could go into the meeting the next day with black eye if this guy didn’t leave us along and he had to fight him. Probably one of my most memorable trips. Lucky for me, I was going home the next day and after another day of meetings, I headed home in my jeans, compression socks and comfy shoes and didn’t see much swelling. The week prior I started noticing the swelling and after work this is how my feet looked.
I guess the compression socks worked because I didn’t see much swelling at all. If you look closely, you can see that I was wearing polka dot socks. With all of my swelling, I mentioned to Sara that if her homeopath doctor has anything they would recommend for swelling, I would be up for trying it out. The next day a special delivery arrived with some new cream, so I have been putting it on for the last two days and I have had NO swelling at all. Coincidence? Not sure, but either way, I am happy to have my ankles back again. For anyone interested, here is a picture of the cream, I will let you know if it continues to work…fingers crossed.