One of the downsides of summer for me is that I can’t wear summer shoes. In years gone by this hasn’t been too much of a problem for me because it hasn’t ever really got that warm, but boy, oh boy, I am feeling it this year.
I’m not able to wear flip-flops or open toe sandals to help me keep cool in the heat, and I’m still limited to my usual choice of callipers, boots or trainers. Usually this doesn’t bother me too much. If I’m honest, because I’ve never done it, the idea of wearing flip-flops seems totally odd to me. The idea of wondering around all day with something shoved between two of your toes and having the sole of your foot slapped by whatever they’re wearing every time you take a step seems like it would really get on my nerves, but I guess you must get used to it after a while.
Maybe there would be something different I could wear, I don’t spend enough time in shoe shops to really notice.
For the past week, I’ve taken to wearing an old pair of ankle boots I bought a couple of years back. My callipers are too warm to wear at the moment, and they’ve blistered my feet really badly again anyway. This happens every so often and I’m not really sure why, but I’m off to the hospital next week to hopefully try and get the problem sorted out. They don’t blister me as much as the AFO splints that I used to wear, but still, it’s not nice when they do. My foot was so sore last week that my boyfriend even offered to carry me so that I wouldn’t have to walk on it until I could change into something that wouldn’t irritate me quite so much. I didn’t take him up on the offer, as tempted as I was by the time I got home.
For now, I guess I should look on what I guess you could call the brightside: at least I have an excuse to wear something that’s not quite so warm without having to feel guilty about no wearing the callipers.
Every cloud, eh?