Dixie's Shoes POV

by

Jane Royce

'ACK!' I just can't stand it anymore! I am sick and tired of wading through vomit, having blood drip on me and having no ventilation to be able to dry off once in awhile! Dixie's feet aren't a prize catch either, I can feel the beginnings of a bunion on that right foot and those corns on the left foot scream for a pad or two. How can a nurse not take better care of her feet? Do you think they want this abuse too?

So out we are, shopping in true Dixie form. She's in a hurry, but I am enjoying being on a surface other than hard and cold concrete. It's nice to know there's no blood around and the smells in the grocery store are just so much better then the hospital. Dixie had to ruin it all though, her anger at a grocery cart resulted in her kicking it! With me attached! It hurt to be slammed up against the wheel of the cart, I lost some of my sole during that violent outburst, some of my leather panels have been permanently marked by the rubber of the wheel, who only laughed at me. Did I ask for this? So off to the hospital we go, Dixie moaning the whole trip about how embarrassed she'll be if her beau, Kel Brackett treats her. What about me? I am stuck on her foot, what if they have to cut me off?

There is no respect being a nurses shoe, if I had it to do all over again, I'd be a fuzzy warm slipper for a pair of feet who will enjoy and respect me.