If My Feet Ain't Happy, I'm Not Happy
The above picture shows the reason why I haven't taken a hacksaw to my foot. When I'm not working (and soon while I am), I am wearing my Crocs. Are they ugly? Sure are. Do they keep me from screaming in agony from foot pain? Sure do.
There's another pair not pictured that I keep at work for before hours and break time if I have to walk. The Ariats are great, but the Crocs have more springiness, which I need.
Today, I ventured over to the mall, because my employer says I can wear Crocs-just not the backless ones you see here. Well, no, you don't-the black ones are at work (the ones without holes in the top). My mission? To see if the Alice style will rub against the wound site on My Stupid Leg (trademark pending).
The good news? They have the appropriate amount of springiness and they don't rub against my wound .
My feet are getting happy just thinking about it.