I bought new shoes for work yesterday, finally, because my old ones had been around since the week after Christmas, and had not one, not two, but three types of insoles added to them, and the heels had been completely worn out.
But I think it was too late. Now, I am not the kind of person who has any hypochrondiac-esque traits. Hell, I haven't seen a regular doctor since my senior year of high school. I don't even HAVE a regular doctor anymore, cause that was my pediatrician. I've been to a few random specialists, and of course, the oh-so-fun annual girl exam, but otherwise, I just don't get sick or hurt enough to warrant shelling out the time and money to go to a doctor.
But back to the shoe/foot issue. I think I gave myself a stupid stress fracture with those shitty old NewB's. I googled it and every website concurred with my symptoms. The bottom of my right foot has been hurting for about three weeks now. Nothing too horribly painful, but it's noticibly worse after a long day at work and first thing in the morning.
But I don't really want to go to a doctor because I picked the shitty insurance where I have cheap premiums but a flippin $2300 deductible before they cover ANYTHING. All I get is a lousy fee reduction if I use an in-network doc. Big deal. I'll save like $20 off a $100 visit, and then have to pay straight up for whatever tests or x-rays or bone scans they want to do. I don't know about all that. I don't know if it's worth it. But then again, you only get one right foot. If it actually breaks that would probably be a lot worse.
Eh. Stupid Target. First it was the stress induced heartburn. Then the spider veins. Now it's my damn feet.
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It's because of the damn concrete floors.
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