What Is Your Answer

My sore foot

My sore foot (Photo credit: CCNZ)

She rose to pain when she tried to stand up from her restful sleep. She looked at her foot but saw nothing. She rubbed the bottom of her foot and felt the pain. When she bent her toes, she could feel the bone on the bottom move, and that was where the pain radiated.

She wanted to climb back into bed. She didn’t want to be forced to walk on it, but she knew she had things that she needed to do. People were depending on her, and sickness and not feeling well were excluded for good reasons to pass the time away lying down.

She tried standing on it again, and realized she could move, but the pain  could be seen in her facial features with each step. Through out the day, people came in and out of her life, no one paying any attention to the limping woman.

Sally was a waitress, and a darn good one, but today, she wanted someone to wait on her. Sally had too much pride to bring up the topic of her pain to the customers, so she kept quiet. During her shift, she managed to do her job, but on her break she went to the back room of the building and sat on a box and pulled off her shoe and sock. The bottom of her foot was cherry red, and the burning felt like someone had lit a match to her foot.

Sally knew where she had gone wrong, but this was after the fact, and there was nothing to do now but wait for the pain to diminish. She had went shopping the evening before, and instead of wearing her shoes and socks, she wore flip-flops. Not enough support for diabetic feet, but she wanted her feet to be free. It was hot and humid, and she chose not to do the right thing.

Right after lunch, there was to be a woman who came into work to relieve her, but this didn’t happen, as her boss told her the woman had called off due to illness. Sally had to stay. She went into the bathroom and took her shoe and sock off again, and cried out to no one listening. She was telling the pain to please leave. She left it open to the air for a few minutes, then got herself back a presentable look and went back to work.

Finally, it was time to clock out. She had done it, she had finished her job. She punched out and walked the two blocks home. When she got home, family was in the yard swimming, and I could hear the kids laughing. They all seemed to be having a good time. Sally waved to them as she went inside her house. She ran herself a bath and soaked her tired and achy body. Her feet seemed to be telling her thank you as some of the pain left.

She had finished her bath, and put on her house robe and was sitting in her favorite recliner, when the grandchildren came running in the door, soaking wet, and started to sit down on the furniture. Sally told them to go back outside and dry off before coming in, and the kids listened, giving her more time to relax.

About a  half an hour went by and Sally had just dozed off, and the door flung open and they all entered. They were hungry, they wanted to know what was for supper. All plopped down in front of the TV and the discussion about food continued.

Sally told them about her sore foot and what a busy day she had at work, and that she wasn’t planning on having anything more than toast and coffee for herself for supper. This hint went over their heads. The talk continued, and eventually Sally knew she had to get up and prepare supper. As she stood up from her recliner, she mumbled under her breath, inconsiderate people, always thinking of themselves. The story ended seeing Sally limping out into the kitchen to yet prepare another meal.


What should have happened in this story?

1. Sally should have called off work?

2. Sally should have told the truth to the boss?

3. The family should have been considerate and cooked or ordered take-out?

4. Sally should have told the family off and sent them out the door?

5. Sally should have stayed in bed.


Which one of these answers would you choose, and explain why.

33 thoughts on “What Is Your Answer

  1. Option 6. She should go to the doctor and have her foot checked out. She should have either done so after work, or sometime during the work day. While she may expect her family to see her discomfort, her well-being can’t be left in the hands and eyes of inconsiderate people.


  2. I’m better at telling Sally what to do that myself! haha! So, she should have stayed home from work and went to the doctor. 🙂 Family would then have to fend for themselves and get something for her as well. This is just too funny, Angel Terry, but I was cleaning someone’s house today, where I can take my daughter with me, and I slipped and fell down a few stairs. My ankle bent backward. I thought it was okay . .I could walk on it, but it keeps getting worse and worse! Oh no! haha! It’s really hard to not walk around on it. argh. Story continues . . .God bless you!


  3. 2. Sally should have told her boss that she hurt her foot and not done the other gal’s shift. Then, she should have gone home and told her family about her foot. She should have suggested take-out food. Basically, Sally needs to communicate, 🙂


      • I know sis, just kidding around, lol! I always love the pictures you post. I know it takes time to find just the right one for your posts.

        You are appreciated, dear heart. Your heart shines through in your posts.


      • i know you are kidding, but i love it when u make me laugh. laughter is not found in our house, so i have to seek it out and grab a hold of it!!!!! stay the way you are, cuz this is what draws me to you!


  4. I agree with Big Smile – Sally needs to learn to communicate. We can’t expect others to know about our pain if we don’t tell them. I have heard the classic complaint of a church member complaining that the pastor never came to visit when they were sick, but they never told the pastor they were sick in the first place. Communication solves a lot of problems.


    • we are showing so far from this quiz that communication is the key to everything in life! good answer!!!!! and you proved it by the story of the lady in church. look where our world would be if government communicated with the common people, bosses communicated with employee, parents with kids, and so on and so on


  5. I believe she ought to have told her boss, in case the pain became unbearable and she had to leave work. The family should also have ordered takeout, given that she had informed them of her busy day and the pain she was enduring.

    I broke my toe a few weeks before my wedding. I blogged about it and posted photos – my feet were extremely colourful for quite a while!


    • o wow, broken toes for your wedding. i can imagine how difficult that was to walk down the isle. that will be something you will always have memories of when you think back to your wedding….i like your answer. she should have spoken up and not just hoped that they understood


      • Fortunately the bruising was gone and the worst of the pain was over with by the time my wedding day arrived – but I still spent seven weeks bedbound and getting around on walking sticks and using the towel rail to hoist myself off the loo! It still isn’t fully healed (that could take anything up to a further 8 weeks yet) but at least I can get around 🙂

        I injure myself a lot because of my epilepsy, so I’m not backward in coming forward if I’ve hurt myself. I have a good husband who will let me rest when this happens, but while I was still able to work it was vital that the nurse on duty (I was a care assistant) was informed in case she needed to replace me because of pain or inability to perform some of the more important tasks properly.


      • i am happy that you are healing. it sounds like you have a wonderful husband, congratultions! i am also a caregiver, but for five years have been caring for family only


  6. Great story … I would buy two pair of foot friendly shoes … for what ever price and – swap shoes during the day, that would have helped her soar feet’s, We woman can spend $100 and more for a pair of shoes that we maybe dance in 4 times a year and even less – but when it comes to working shoes we buy the cheapest we can get. That’s my advice.


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