Originally Posted by jakatak

For me, sleep is my salvation. My feet actually don't flair up when I am sleeping. However, the minute I plop these painful paddles on the floor, the fun begins. It gets so dog gone old. Achy, icky, tender, burning, scrunching...just flat out....I hate it. Some days...I have to wear the Birks....other days, I can actually wear the fancy dress shoes. Sitting...the burning begins.....slam down a bunch of narcotics...with just a dash of seizure meds, and the cocktail actually gives the appearance of a touch of normalcy. But....oh brother. Why do I have to walk on these weird feeling tarsal/metatarsal collection of dung! Okay,....I feel better now. Until the 72 pills wear off.