After standing for 13 hours a day, my feet are screaming at me by the time I head home. So I got a prescription, and between doing paperwork and "pre-op"ing patients today, I went to get fitted for orthotics.
I easily become self conscious. Make a random comment about my nose, my teeth, or my laugh, and I'll do the best to cover them up and become invisible.
So when I took off my shoes and the orthotics guy proclaimed, "Holy cow! You really do need orthotics!" my self esteem hurt almost as much as my feet.
He proceeded to exclaim over my loose first metatarsal and my extremely high arch (who knew?).
He asked if I had problems finding shoes that fit, followed by "I assume you do, given how wide your forefoot is. " He then gave me instructions to make sure when I picked out my shoe style to get ones that came in "D width" because I'd never get my feet into anything narrower.
He asked if I had problems tripping while I walk and issues with balance while running.
Well, probably. Since apparently I've got deformed giant clown feet.
Thanks for the confidence boost, Mister Orthotics Guy!
When I do finally get my cute grey and pink shoes with orthotic inserts (in 3-4 weeks), I'm going to be so excited to have them and the comfort they provide, I'll easily forget that they are double wide.
Until I trip while walking.