Which really begs the question: how do women do it? I mean these shoes – they look so good but they must feel so bad.
Why is the expression “pain in my ass?” so popular? Or, when among mixed company, “pain in my neck?” For me, I think, “pain in my foot” is much more descriptive of real pain. Until two weeks ago, I didn’t think much about podiatrists. I figured they treated the occasional hangnail, bunion or plantar fashyoudon’tthinki’mgoingtospellthat – but now my appreciation level and respect has officially gone up to “high”. After a second visit to the doctor, and another series of a “cocktail of injections”, things seem to be dramatically better. “Seem” is the key word, since I feel like at any time my foot can go back to hurting…a lot. But for now I am laying off of it, doubling up on my anti-inflammatory medicine (since all this really came down to was inflammation around the two main ligaments) and admiring all of the footwear that I can’t wear. Which really begs the question: how do women do it? I mean these shoes – they look so good but they must feel so bad. The two weeks I’ve spent not wearing my heels (just kidding) – actually being confined to either my sneaker which was retrofitted with a special pad or my school shoe which has an insert – has been a little annoying. I’m no Imelda Marcos, but there are more than a few pair of shoes in my closet getting lonely. Another reason I hope this gets better. Spring is just around the corner.