During the last day of my cruise, I looked down and was shocked that someone replaced my feet with two sausages.
For real, the swelling was no joke. I panicked a bit as I started to think of how many times I hit up the cruise buffet when my traveling friend said it was likely due to all the salt I was consuming via food and mixed drinks. Many mixed drinks (strawberry daiquiri you are my jam).
I sat in the sauna for a few minutes to try to “sweat out” whatever was building up inside my feet. When I got home the next day, I noticed that the sausages had returned. After a few moments of panicking to Patrick that I was having congestive heart failure (yes, I’m explaining the weight gain on that and not the 7 meals I had daily), he calmed me down and said to elevate my feet.
Not happy with his nonchalance response to my very clear doom that was coming my way, I called my dad to ask him what he thought. He said it was likely the salt but then said, “actually, it is probably all of the alcohol that is building up in your feet.”
“Really?!” I said. Since dad was on speakerphone, Patrick quickly agreed and said, “yes, definitely that!” and both told me to keep my feet elevated to drain the alcohol.
Content with the diagnosis, I continued to keep my feet up as I detoxed my feet.
It took me about 40 minutes to realize that they were both completely joking with me.