A sudden and severe arch injury turns my ordinary day into a battle, leaving me a genuine damsel in distress. I struggle to even walk, sobbing and moaning, trying to cope with the agony as I hop around my home in an attempt to make a drink and get warm. You'll feel every wince and hear every desperate plea for help as I attempt to soothe my poor, destroyed foot in sheer black stockings and a cozy pink sock. Will I make it to the doctor, or will you be the one to come to my rescue?
