ok, i’ve been busy, i took my sweet smelling feet, i have two, to the podiatrist. a lovely young lady that was extra eager to fondle, examine and pretend to admire in a very professional sense, my two glorious feet. not 24 inches but two feet. she tried, but couldn’t help but admire the naked toes wriggling before her, or the ankles of an adonis glistening in the neon light .. she is only human after all.
the purpose for this intimate exchange of embarassing glances, was to establish why my feet were so sore. so sore in fact that they were impacting on my secret day job, to the extent that instead of racing about looking fabulous and very professional, i was hobbling all over the place in a less than gracious way. drunk no !! – sore feet yes !!
well, $470.00 australian dollars later, shit that hurt worse than the feet, i am the proud owner of a pair of orthotics. they are wonderful, weird, wobbly, washable and soon to be well worn within my work – steel cap boot / shoes.
i’ve had them on for about 3/4′s of an hour so far and i can feel the difference already, my feet dictate my overall posture so when they were all falling in on the arch and folding up on themselves at the part where the toes stick out, they were causing no end of body posture problems. i have a bad slouching problem as well but that’ll have to be dealt with another day. maybe some stomach orthotics.
i was tall dark and handsome, well now i’m just that little bit taller.
sorry but i’m off for a walk in my new orthotics ..
i can recommend them to you.