Pain in the foot

 It's nice knowing I don't have to wake up early tomorrow.

I didn't make my way down the hill towards Lake Michigan.  My left foot just throbbed today and I just assumed it was from the heat.  Turns out I had a tiny blister on my pinky toe when I took my socks off after I got home from our grocery shopping.

It used to be that if I didn't break a toe or sprain an ankle, summer hadn't started.  I've broken a few toes and I fractured the tip of my pinky toe on my left foot. I thought that was the culprit of my pain from the humidity.  

I'm embarrassed by the corns on my pinky toes.  It wasn't from wearing high heels working in offices.  It started when I was a teen and I was wearing shoes that were too tight.  I mostly wore sneakers and I didn't want to tell my parents that my shoes might be tight.  They had a hard enough time juggling life's bills I felt bad about adding to it.

I sold shoes for four years.  Two years in college and two years I worked a second job.  I tried to tell women repeatedly not to wear shoes that were too tight and they wouldn't listen.  I love shoes.  Because of me not wearing the right size, it was hard for me at times to wear certain shoes.  I'll go up a half size if I have to do it.  I can put an insole in and tighten them up.  I don't have the same attitude about my jeans size so I just cope by wearing sweats.  

It feels like someone took a thorn out of my hand after I took care of the blister.  I used to be a shoe hound even if I couldn't wear high heels. I had tons of sandals and lots of boots.  I got rid of a lot when the pandemic hit and I found out I would be at home permanently.  Happiness for me is getting a pair of Cariuma canvas sneakers in a different color.  I just want to be comfortable.  And I'm done breaking toes! 

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