Archive for the ‘Kitchen shoes’ Category

True to the tagline of this blurg, these three months in the kitchen have been sweet and tough, and it’s been really tough on my feet. When I went to see the podiatrist, he x-rayed them and told me the film shows I have D-size width feet (Oh? Two notches from EEE, really?) plus super-high arches, which make shoe shopping that much harder and ongoing. I’m currently rotating four pairs of shoes, not because they’re all comfortable, but because one pair will hurt a part of me—lower back, arches, hips—less than the other pair at any given time. As if this isn’t a pain in the ass by itself, I just noticed two little knobs (of bone? alien?) sticking out the inner side of my left feet today, right underneath the ankle bone. (‘WTF is THAT???!!!’)


Orthotics would’ve cost $440 with my old insurance, of which I just let go. I’m waiting for my new insurance to kick in, any day now, and then I’ll literally run, albeit with a limp, to the podiatrist. How’s that complicated health care bill coming along, Senate?


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Shoe blues

I’m alive! Okay, I exaggerate. I survived first day of training, and it wasn’t as crazy/hot/insufferable as I expected. If you’ll allow me to kvetch just this once, though: My feet hurt like motherf*ckers. I had even bought theseĀ  super comfortable, slip-proof Sanita clogs to replace my heavy MBTs, which really did nothing for my back, though I’ll admit my back has been hurting since the Iran-Contra affair and no pair of orthopedic shoes will undo this damage.

Anyway, I digress. When I got into bed, I anticipated an immediate black-out because I was pretty whipped from the day, but I tossed and turned for a good hour because I was distracted by my feet. They were throbbing and pumping a rhythmic beat of pain as though each foot had its own broken heart. Et tu, Sanita? I had such high hopes for them, and rightly so—they’re stamped with the seal of approval from the American Podiatric Medical Association! This can’t be!

However, a friend who wears Birkis in the kitchen said she likes them, but after being on your feet for 9-10 hours a day, it really doesn’t matter whether you have on the Mercedes of comfort shoes, because your feet will hurt no matter what. I can illustrate this point for you on a graph: Time spent on feet on the x-axis, with pain of feet on the y-axis being directly proportionate in a straight incline. See?

So I’ll either get used to it, or work on starting a collection of shoes for my next career as a shoe hurler. If you seek to cross me, you better hope that I don’t have an MBT in hand—they’re like small boats.

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