This is why I hate shoes.

Today, one of the interns who is starting our residency program in July came by with his girlfriend. Neither of them had ever been here before, so, like a good southern lady, I took them on a tour of MCV, and even walked across the street and showed them the nice gardens at the Capitol. This took about an hour.

I actually really enjoyed it. It is weird to me how much I love this city, because I grew up thinking I must immediately move away as soon as I was old enough to support myself--for no other reason than the fact that I had decided I was a woman of the world! No way in hell I'm staying in my home town!

Ha.

So anyway. Back to the shoes and today.

So we walked around for an hour, and I could feel my feet getting all hot and sweaty in my shoes as we walked, but I did not let this deter me from extending the tour until I had covered all the good parts of this area. When we stopped on the corner before we parted ways, I could feel the slow, steady "whom whom whom" of my feet developing blisters. Ah, damn.

I came back up to my office and took a seat and contemplated what to do next (besides work). I could take my shoes off, but then they'll have room to swell and when I have to put my shoes back on to go home it'll be even worse. And so I left them on. And now I have all these hot spots on my tootsies. Poor things.

Do people with non-arthritic feet have this problem? I feel like they don't. But I really don't know. I see girls in the CU-TEST shoes and I get so freaking jealous. *I* want to wear cute shoes every day! *I* want to put on a pair of hot, hot high heels and not feel like I have just inserted my feet into medieval torture devices! *I* want to go shoe shopping and actually FIND SHOES THAT FIT! *I* want to wear the same size shoes on both feet, not an 11 on one and a 9.5 on the other (yes, true story).

This, people, is why I get so stupidly excited when the time comes that I can put on my flip flops and not give it a second thought. Because in flip flops, my feet have room to expand and contract and sweat and do whatever they want. My rheumatologist gets real mad at me that I don't wear proper orthopaedic footwear, but, come on, I'm 29 years old (for another 4 months)! I do not want to wear ugly shoes!

*Sigh*

I wish I had thought to bring my flip flops with me today.