As human beings, our mechanism is based on memory and experience. Once we learn something like brushing your teeth in the morning, or combing your hair and we repetitively do them on a daily basis they become habits. That is why sometimes we don't even think before doing them. Last week I learned ( in a painful way) how sometimes habits are not necessarily the best and how something so very little can be so powerful.
I have always loved to walk barefoot. You will never see me with shoes inside my home, or at the beach. My feet have created a resistance to basically anything, or so I thought. Everybody ALWAYS tells me :
" Its winter put on your shoes, your going to get a cold!"
" The sand is too hot, put on your shoes"
"There are too many bugs in this grass put on your shoes"
You get the point.
For those of you who may know me, will know that I am stubborn as they get and I will not pay attention unless I find a flaw. If I don´t I will continue doing things my way, and my way ONLY.
About three weeks a go, I visited the island of Nevis with my family. Of course this was excellent for me because, I for once was barefoot for 95% of the day. I walked barefoot, on the beach, on the way to the beach, on the room and everywhere. I really don't remember when nor how but I found a little black thing on the sole of my left foot. I, was used to getting these things stuck to my foot and as a veteran for those situations I ignored the annoying little sting that it gave me.
Lets fast forward to last week. The little sting that my foots visitor was causing gradually turned to a sting, and then an ouch. On Wednesday morning I couldn't walk because of the pain. I was taken to the hospital were they had to schedule a surgery to remove the " unknown body" or how I like to call it "the visitor" . The time came, and as I was lying on the operation bed the doctor came to me and said: " You are not going to want to hear this, and less coming from me, your doctor but I think that you are not going to want to have anesthesia on your foot".
Ok. I am not scared of walking barefoot but I do not enjoy needles. The idea of not feeling anything was the one thing that was keeping me calm. But.. you see as the doctor continued to explain no one ever want to feel the pain that having a very thick needle penetrate the sole of your foot. (open your hand and touch your palms, now imagine the needle on the sole of your foot. Ouch, I know). He then proceeded to tell me: "I can bet that anything I do will hurt LESS than the anesthesia". At this point I decided to obviously not get the anesthesia. Fast forward to the surgery, picture this: Two scissors, three 18 mm needles, a bottle of alcohol, one nurse with very expressive face gestures, a medical blanket covering my leg so I couldn't see, and blood. A lot of blood. If the unbearable pain wasn't enough, the doctor decided that there wasn't a better moment to give me a lecture about the importance of the sole of your foot. Honestly I kinds skipped all of the scientific facts but through all the pain and my constant whimpers I learned this:
1. Little things are indeed powerful
2. Never underestimate anything
3. Watch your habits
4. Take care of your foots sole ( UNLESS you like very sharp scissors)
5. Moms are right. Think before you act