The Heel Situation

The Heel Situation

🌼 Date: Friday, February 27, 2026

⚡ Energy: Running on Cough Syrup & Determination

❤️‍🩹 Status: Sniffly, Sore, but Properly Shod

🙄 Outlook: Hoping the Heels Heal So the Heels Can Return

Well… the cough has officially joined the party.

So now we’ve got:
• Sore throat
• Headache
• Cough

Good times. Truly living the dream over here.

Before we even talk about dinner, let’s discuss my homemade cough syrup — because if I’m going down, I’m going down flavorfully.

My go-to recipe is equal parts:
• Honey
• Whiskey
• Lemon juice

I usually mix about 4 tablespoons of each in a small glass jar and then add a couple teaspoons to a cup of hot lemon tea.

Feel free to customize to your liking.

Today all we had in the cupboard was peach whiskey (because apparently, we are fancy now), so I omitted the lemon juice and added some ground ginger instead.

In the past I’ve thrown in cinnamon. Sometimes cayenne pepper if I’m feeling bold. It really depends on my mood and what’s on hand.

Is it medically approved? Questionable.
Does it make me feel like I’m doing something productive? Absolutely.

Now — despite feeling like I swallowed a handful of gravel — Casey really wanted to go to our normal Friday night Mexican dinner. So once again, I got dressed and made the trek.

But here’s the headline:

For the first time in quite a while… I wore real shoes.

Not the Ugg slip-on platform clogs.
Not the memory foam cloud walkers.
Not the “these are the only things that don’t make me wince” footwear.

Actual shoes.

Lately I’ve been living in my Ugg clogs because my heels have been incredibly tender. And when I say tender, I mean the bottoms and backs of my heels feel bruised just from existing.

I’ve heard of bed sores. I don’t know if that’s technically what this is, but between lying in bed and sitting in my recliner for months, my heels have apparently decided they’ve had enough.

It doesn’t seem to matter:
• What lotion I use
• How much lotion I use
• What socks I wear

Nothing was helping.

So now I sleep with a pillow under my knees that I’ve strategically moved down so my feet don’t touch the bed.

There’s also a pillow under my legs in the recliner, so my heels don’t press into the cushion.

Because being fun sized means my legs are too short to let my feet hang over the edge of the chair.

Even my height is working against me.

The pillow situation is starting to help a bit, though. The tenderness isn’t quite as sharp as it was.

Which gives me hope.

Because if you know me, you know this isn’t just about comfort.

It’s about my shoes.

I never wear the same pair within the same couple of weeks. Certainly not in the same week. And absolutely never two days in a row.

The shoe police would be appalled at what has been happening over here for the past few months.

Same pair.
Every day.

Honestly, it’s a miracle I haven’t been cited.

So yes, tonight I wore real shoes.

And it felt like a tiny rebellion against cancer.

A tiny step (carefully placed) back toward myself.

The cough may be here.
The heels may be tender.
The energy may still be questionable.

But the shoes?

The shoes are slowly making a comeback.

And that feels like progress.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time