The pain in my foot is over but I had to face the fact that I had discovered the culprit. My shoes were too small.
With age, my feet have gotten bigger. In high school, my shoe size was 8. By the time Chris was born, I was up to size 9. As I became a senior citizen, I reached size 10. I thought that would be the end of their growth so I kept investing in size 10's.
I never spent all that much. I bought inexpensive shoes bought on sale, sometimes even at rummage sales. I watched for bargains because this walker wears them out so quickly. I figure six month a pair so I wanted some in reserve.
Last week, I wore my last 9-1/2 pair. Even with thin socks, I wound up with a very sore foot. After three days of rest, ice, compression and elevation, the problem was mostly solved...until I put on a pair of size 10's. The pain began again. I dug out a pair of size 11's that I wore with heavy wool socks in the winter. Heavenly relief.
I have three pairs of size 11 sports shoes but nothing dressy. Before I leave on tour next week, I need to shop for some larger dress shoes. This afternoon, Tisha got me a coupon for shoes that are already on sale.
I'm not vain. Having big feet doesn't bother me at well. But I am so loathe to pack up sixteen pairs of shoes and take them to Goodwill.
What must be done will be done.
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This afternoon, Wade posted the conclusion to his short story "Planned Obsolescence" at Black Coffee Fiction: http://blackcoffeefiction.blogspot.com/2013/07/planned-obsolescence-part-two.html
I know we all wanted to know how that one turned out!
My turn is next week. I think it will be another of the Glen Valley Chronicles. I am very fond of that little community.
With age, my feet have gotten bigger. In high school, my shoe size was 8. By the time Chris was born, I was up to size 9. As I became a senior citizen, I reached size 10. I thought that would be the end of their growth so I kept investing in size 10's.
I never spent all that much. I bought inexpensive shoes bought on sale, sometimes even at rummage sales. I watched for bargains because this walker wears them out so quickly. I figure six month a pair so I wanted some in reserve.
Last week, I wore my last 9-1/2 pair. Even with thin socks, I wound up with a very sore foot. After three days of rest, ice, compression and elevation, the problem was mostly solved...until I put on a pair of size 10's. The pain began again. I dug out a pair of size 11's that I wore with heavy wool socks in the winter. Heavenly relief.
I have three pairs of size 11 sports shoes but nothing dressy. Before I leave on tour next week, I need to shop for some larger dress shoes. This afternoon, Tisha got me a coupon for shoes that are already on sale.
I'm not vain. Having big feet doesn't bother me at well. But I am so loathe to pack up sixteen pairs of shoes and take them to Goodwill.
What must be done will be done.
*************
This afternoon, Wade posted the conclusion to his short story "Planned Obsolescence" at Black Coffee Fiction: http://blackcoffeefiction.blogspot.com/2013/07/planned-obsolescence-part-two.html
I know we all wanted to know how that one turned out!
My turn is next week. I think it will be another of the Glen Valley Chronicles. I am very fond of that little community.
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