This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none. And this little piggy went "wee-wee-wee'" all the way home!
My piggy who feasted on roast beef and the bereft piggy who had none are numb. Numb as in, there's a deep tingling sensation inside somewhere near the bone, but I'm pretty sure you could drop a brick on either piggy and I wouldn't feel a thing.
Why? I wore my kicking, super-high heel boots all day yesterday - 7:30 AM to 9 PM. While I looked good, I think I may have done permanent damage to my feet. How the Carrie Bradshaws of the world do this on a daily basis is beyond me. I've worn the boots before for a couple of hours and my feet have been sore, but I've never actually lost sensation in a body part before. I'm guessing that can't be a good thing. Especially since it's been almost 12 hours since I slipped the heinous things off my feet. Today I will embrace my mother Earth/granola side and wear only Birkenstocks with thick, comfy socks.
Meanwhile, piggies are dying...