Thursday, August 26, 2010

False Front?

So yesterday I got brave and went off in search of the shoe store where my doctor had told me a month ago to go for a shoe insert for my foot.  I kept putting it off, and putting it off.  I don't like going to places where I'm not browsing, where I actually have to deal with a  salesperson by myself.  Yes, I know it's something I need to work on.  

But yesterday began as a nightmare.  The store was way out in a town I'd never been, with crazy hills where people seemed destined to cause a 50 car pile up.  And when I finally arrived at my destination, there was nothing.  I couldn't find the store in the shopping center, so I drove around looking at the actual address.  I ended up in a parking space facing an empty store.  To say I was irked is putting it mildly.  I called G.  He assured me that when he called there had been an answering service for the store.  So I called them again (the first time it just rang and rang).  Lo and behold they had moved to a store down the street.  
This was on one of the walls, an excerpt from The Baltimore Sun 1947.  The store is old, apparently.  I tried to alter it so that if you click on it, it is readable.  I found it fascinating, particularly their store hours.  I can tell you they still to this day are open later on Thursdays.  Why?  I have no idea.

It was a tiny trailer type store, I kid you not.  Itsy bitsy.  There was just the man and his daughter (who was at the computer watching some show).  He lifted up my foot, he pushed a certain part, showing me how it would help, and then he brought a plain piece of printer paper and traced my foot.  I felt like I had regressed to elementary school.  What on earth?  But 15 minutes later I was the proud owner of a shoe insert that while at first uncomfortable, in the end I was able to walk around all day yesterday with no pain.  I know that sounds simple, but let me assure you that even going into starbucks yesterday morning caused me to have to pop a pill.  Walking was no really optional, and my kitchen shows the proof (hard to clean when you can't stand for more than a few minutes....also the reason I didn't cook much this week.).  

So it's a miracle that I hope keeps on working.  Even after I took my shoes off last night there was no pain.  Normally I can just lie in bed at night and it's like my feet remember what I did to them that day and it actually hurts the worst then.  Nothing.  Nothing other than children playing outside at 1 in the morning.  Again.  And by the way when I happened to open my door and look out to see what on earth, it was a group of small children, including a toddler.  At 1 a.m.  Aren't my neighbors lovely parents? 


  1. There is nothing in the world worse than sore feet. Actually that's a lie, there ARE worse things but sore feet are up there! Glad to here the inserts are helping and hope they continue to do so.


  2. Oh how frustrating! I hate it when I can't find a place like that. But I am SO goad that you found it and it seems to be working!