As I write this post, I’m lying in bed with my legs propped up on three pillows, feet resting on the headboard. The swelling is out of control. It’s not cute.
Today I ditched the technique workshop because my legs and feet had been so swollen, and the continuous drills we do there are hard on the paws. I thought I was being responsible my cutting an hour off my dance day; I thought it would do me good to rest. I was feeling pretty good, too, until I was sitting in the theatre tonight watching the Yjastros show (great show!), and I could feel the straps on my wedge heels getting tighter…
I was shocked when I got home and saw what was going on down there. I had puffy, pregnant feet! Within minutes I had filled our trashcan with ice and submerged myself, one dog at a time. Ahhhhhhh. Between that and getting them elevated, my feet are looking a little better, but I can still see puff pockets around my ankles and calves. This sucks.
I’d love to write more about the day but I need to get to sleep. I’ve slept very little since I’ve been here and that can’t be helping my fat-feet situation. I just need to rest.
Did I mention I’m still loving every second of being here? Well, I am.
I imagine tomorrow I’ll have tons to share: Pastora’s show is tomorrow night. I can’t wait!