If The Shoe Fits - Wear It!
For most of my life I wondered why anyone in their right mind would become a podiatrist. How busy could a doctor be that deals with nothing but feet? Surely these had to be the people with the lowest grades in med school. Then I got a little something called Plantar Fascitis. The bottom of my feet felt like someone was stabbing them with a steak knife. Every step hurt more than watching an Alabama basketball team shoot free throws. The pain was so acute that I made an appointment with a podiatrist and got injections in my arches. This affliction gave me an absolute respect for the good doctors of the feet. Angels of mercy they surely are. Podiatry is a divine calling. Along with my shots, I had been referred to someone to build custom orthotics for my shoes. This would correct the gait that initially caused my problem. In addition, the cost of the inserts would lighten my wallet considerably, thus adjusting the angle of my hip, giving me even more relief. So, a week after an