The Agony of The Feet

Gladys woke and felt the pain instantly. She tried to roll over but the pain was overwhelming. She adjusted her right leg and pulled her left one up to her right thigh. Yes that relieved a little of the pressure. The she flexed her right foot and bit back a scream. “What fresh hell was this” she wondered. She slowly released her breath and tried once again. The pain was too much. She lay there as if she had been nailed to the mattress afraid to move.

She tried again to move her legs from the bed to the floor. She eased herself from the bed and slid her feet into her slippers. She moved slowly and carefully into the kitchen to make coffee. Every step and every movement made her wince with pain. This was ridiculous she told herself. Yes she had gone to a party the night before; but she hadn’t had a drop of liquor.

Heck she didn’t even eat that much. Well there was that piece of cake but still why did she feel hung over and sore.

Gladys delivered a cup of coffee to Kahuna and asked “what the hell is up with my body? I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” He took the coffee from her and smiled that knowing smile. He grabbed her hand and sweetly said “You were up and down off the concrete floor taking pictures, then you danced and walked around in a really cold building for five hours.”

Gladys cocked her head to one side and said “yeah? So?” Kahuna once again gave his wife a loving look and patted her hand as he said “well, you’re not 18 anymore. You are getting older and it’s harder on your body.”

Gladys hung her head and agreed that getting old sucks.