I was very pleased with the help I got picking them out at the local sports store "Team Sportia". I came in, explaining I have rather sensitive feet ever since I was unfortunate in -99 getting a rather serious frost damage to my feet. It has lead me to need shoes that is one size bigger than I used to as too much pressure to my toes might easily lead to inflamation and blisterhell is a constant factor that I so far hasn't been able to get away from. We decided to try out the machine they have to check out where the pressure is put when I Stand/walk. It could seem to him that one leg might be a bit longer than the other as one foot seemed to be more curved under the arch than the other - but he is no specialist. So in the back of my head I thought perhaps it will be a good idea contacting a foot specialist, that way I should get the right feedback.
After the test was done, he suggested two different shoes and as luck would have it the store had advertised "Runners day sale". I had no idea, but I suppose it was meant to be me popping by just that day getting the 20% discount. I wouldn't say they were cheap regardless, but my feet are worth it. <3
It almost feels like a daily reminder when I am out walking. In a sense I lucked out, when thinking about my doctors statement "99% certain that you will lose 4 of your toes". I remember that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. It happened on a school trip lasting a week, where we were gonna sleep out in the snow (2 nights in a tent with heating and one night in a snow cage that we made - then at a motel). How it came to be that serious was probably a combination of my scattica and the struggle to keep myself warm (bad blood circulation) while moving in the snow. I remember those two nights in a some kind of lavvu tent with a stove was a blessing. It always managed to warm up my feet right before I passed out sleeping. But the last night in the snow cage, I was the last man inside as I was outside moving around on my skii equitment - one thing to be said though the sky was amazing with all those stars shining around me. It didn't help much so I had to call it quits and hope that my sleeping bag would do the trick. When I woke up the next day I suppose the funny thing is that I didn't think that much about it. My theory is that the back pain probably overweighed the numbness. When struggling to put on my shoes I remember that I was thinking "Darn these shoes feels like they are hard as ice", but I managed to squeeze them in at the end. Then it was down hill most of the way to the bus we were taking to the motel. I needed help laying down into bed, so I asked my roomates to just throw me there and send up the two teachers so I could let them know there were no way I was up to joining them slalom skiing. I never heard from them that day, I passed out rather quickly fully dressed in the bed. When I woke up that is when I realized something is off with my feet. I struggled taking of my wool socks and noticed that my toes were leaking. They felt numb and weird. My first thought was to get them heated up, so I got myself into a hot shower. I should never have done that. Blisters popped up everywhere. In the morning when the teacher(s) came knocking to wake us up for breakfast and more slalom training I pulled him in and took him into the bathroom showing my feet. We decided that they were going to call the emergency central. The last day when we headed home, my mother picked me up ofcourse telling me that I should have listened to her when she adviced me not to go due to my back problems while we rushed to the hospital - yes I can be stubborn and wanted to prove that I wasn't a wuss to the teachers. There my doctor gave the not so good news while draining my blisters. He ordered me to not get my feet wet, no pressure (meaning big shoes and not so much weight on them), keep them elevated and change bandaid inbetween.
I can still recall the sound of the saw from an operation room when walking into the hospital for my 2nd check up. It almost felt like "this is what is to come if the doctor don't see improvement", but things did still look uncertaint as my feelings hadn't returned and my toes looked more black. By the 3rd check up some of the feelings were back although I couldn't bend them as much and if memory serves me correct we removed the dry and black skin (gangrene) - could have been the 4th check up, but it's such a long time ago that I can't remember clearly. Luckily for me it only spread through skin layers and not all the way through. So today about 14 years later I still have all my toes on my feet. *Knock on wood*
I just have to make sure I don't use too tight shoes - which ofcourse makes me in general use more comfortable shoes like snickers.
A good reminder despite sensitive feet or not is to keep them warm, give them a foot massage once in a while to help the blood circulation moving. If you are sitting next to your loved one, throw your legs over to their side and give her/him your best puppy eye look while wiggling your toes. If that doesn't work pull out the pouty lip while pouting like a little puppy while looking at your feet. If it still doesn't melt your partners heart, start rubbing them yourself. ;)
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