One of the hazards of working in the world of nursing is that you get used to wearing really comfortable shoes. For clinicals, I wear some lovely (and moderately expensive) Dansko clogs that are like dreams for my feet. For work, I wear some lovely (and much less expensive) Crocs, which are like walking on a squishy surface. My feet love these shoes...
In real life, I often wear either Uggs, black Danskos, or various other low-heeled shoes that my feet also love. However, back in the olden days, when I was wooing Bill and celebrating the joy of being in my mid-20s, I wore some fabulous shoes. I had several pairs of knee-high boots, plenty of ankle boots, strappy sandals, and anything else that you can think of that would make my now-fiance, who is a fan of every little accessory out there, pant a little when he looked my way. Once in a while, I still crack out a pair of heeled boots to impress him a little...but I am fortunate that my rather comfortable cowboy boots seem to be doing that job just fine for now.
Enter last night. I had an event at school that required "professional dress." And by that, they didn't mean professional nursing dress, which is little more than pajamas (LOVE MY SCRUBS!!!!). They meant the-clothes-I-use-to-wear-when-working-in-an-office-environment. And silly me...I thought it would be fun to bring some of my "real" shoes along for the ride.
Within one hour, I was hobbling. At the end of the evening, some six hours after I had put on a pair of kitten-heeled, pointy-toed boots that I used to wear ALL DAY, I was seriously contemplating taking them off and walking in my socks back to my car, which was across a gravely parking lot...and realize that it was cold last night.
So it might be time to retire those shoes for a while. After all, my feet are a necessary part of my support system, and I couldn't do what I do without them. Maybe after I lose twenty pounds, I can revisit my sexy shoes. Until then, just call me soccer mom...after all, that is what my feet will be saying to you.