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A Story Of A Woman, A Bar And Her Shoes
When ever I head out to a bar or nightclub, my choice of footwear is one of the most important things. For me personally, heals really aren’t an option. To put it very simply, I’m a total cluts. I couldn’t walk in a straight line if I tried, and that’s without alcohol! Apart from that, pain sets in after wearing them for even just an hour and when ever I do wear them; my friends end up hating me because I complain endlessly. I will never forget this one time I actually did wear some very hot high shoes to a classy bar. Let me tell you, I’ll never do it again. They were gorgeous; black, pointy, leather with gold velvet trimming over the toe. I picked them up at a designer sale one afternoon for $150. I just had to have them even if I only put them on for a few minutes each weekend around the house. Come on, the price was amazing! These discounted shoes became my worse nightmare. Teamed with a beautiful black dress, I headed out with my greatest group of girlfriends. We decided to do a bar crawl that evening and all the walking from nightclub to nightclub in those evil shoes did me serious damage. Throughout the night I could feel the sides of my shoes cutting into my ankles, almost like my gorgeous heals were slowly eating away at my feet. I knew if I took them off I’d never get them back on so I put up with the pain for the rest of the night. The pain in my heal was sharp, I could feel a warm, moist sensation dripping around my ankle which I knew would be blood seeping from my foot, but I kept drinking more in a bid to numb the pain and fought back the tears and tried to ignore the feeling of nausea. When I could put up with the stinging, throbbing sensation no longer, I headed home and ripped those horrible shoes off. I knew the damage was bad when my friends all gushed and screamed at the sight of my cut, blistered and bleeding feet. I put my legs in a bucket of hot water with salt to clean the wounds and when I went to the doctors the next morning, I was placed on antibiotics. Dramatic cause of action I know, but my once very beautiful, discounted shoes had given me a really bad internal infection. Two weeks later and I was given the all clear, but boy was that a painful recovery! While the cuts and blisters have mended themselves, I’ll forever have a scar along the back of my ankle – a constant reminder not to be silly and wear shoes I know are bad for me. I’ve kept the shoes though. You’ll find them in the back of my wardrobe somewhere and you can be 100% sure the next time I’m considering what to wear to a bar or nightclub… these high heals won’t be it. Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com Written By Nastasia Campanella For www.barsandnightclubs.com.au and www.justpubs.com.au |
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