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Flip-Flops and Old Feet

There are few things I dislike as much as wearing shoes. (OK, I hate socks more, but whatever.)

I would go barefoot all the time. Except the rocks on the ground and the restaurants not serving you.

But if I have to wear shoes, I’m at least going to wear comfortable shoes.

Now, I’m not talking about tennis shoes or trainers or whatever you call them. That would imply that I’m athletic. I refuse to wear anything that would make me look athletic. Because if I look athletic, someone might ask me to run. Not happening.

No, I’ve always opted for shoes that don’t really feel like shoes. So in the summer I wear flip-flops and in the winter I wear Toms.

And I only wear the Toms because it’s too cold for flip-flops.

Old-Navy-Flip-FlopsThe thing about flip-flops is that they are awesome. It’s pretty much like being barefoot. And they’re so cheap at Old Navy, that you can have a pair to go with each outfit. Isn’t it a woman’s dream to have a pair of shoes in every imaginable color?!

So when the warmer weather rolled around this spring, I pulled out my faithful flip-flops.

The first couple of days of foot freedom, I did notice the big toe region of my foot hurting a bit. A couple of more days and it was hurting really bad.

I should give you a little back story on this. At some point during the previous year or so, I had experienced achiness in this same part of my foot. It hurt for a while: maybe weeks, maybe months. I put a heating pad on it and eventually it was better. I didn’t care why it hurt, as long as it went away. And I didn’t document what else was happening at the same time. Was I wearing flip-flops? I don’t know. It’s not like I have brain power to expend on trivial stuff like that.

But this time, as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t help but recognize the coinciding of pain and flip-flop wearing.

So I got out my heating pad and and quit wearing flip-flops. A couple of days later and my foot was pretty much back to normal.

I’m no doctor, but I think I know what this means.

And guys, I’m freaking out! I don’t even know who I am without flip-flops! They are my summer, foot-loose joy. I am devastated beyond all reason.

Now I have to go shoe shopping for a whole new summer foot wardrobe. Now…

Wait.

Shopping? Shoe shopping?

I think I’m going to make it.

 

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