Brenda’s “Talented and Expensive Feet” and “Forgive Me Dear Feet” posts reminded me of something I can’t write enough about. If I see 100 people with painful hammertoes, bunions, or callouses, 99 are women. It’s partly because of the structure of our feet. But the same could be said for men. So why don’t they complain? Continue Reading
Many of you liked last week’s blog, Talented and Expensive Feet. I’m not sure whether it was because I kicked off a conversation about foot problems, or I included a story from my friend, the madam. While we can do without titilating sex stories (another time), we can’t escape our aching feet. This makes me think of Nora Ephron’s book, “I Feel Sad About My Neck,” except in addition to my turkey neck, I feel sad about my feet.
Forgive me, dear feet! I’ve been so unkind. For most of my life I’ve taken you for granted.
The podiatrist says age and gravity are having their way with my feet. The toes on my right foot have begun to curve backward toward the sole of my foot—hammertoes—so the end of my poor middle toe is bearing the weight when I walk. As a result I’ve developed a callus on the bottom of that toe, which I tried to trim, but it only made matters worse. When I asked the doctor what the little dot in the center is—thinking it’s a “core” of some sort, like with a corn—he said it’s my bone.