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Orthaheel to the rescue

My toe is all but cured (albeit still swollen) and I've resorted to wearing these new flip-flops in the house to prevent a potentially tragic re-stubbing. The shoes are from Orthaheel and they're, supposedly, the only flip-flops recommended by podiatrists, especially for those of us with plantar fasciitis.
The arch feels great, and the shoes are sturdy enough (thus, the sturdy price) to last for several years or, in my case, several stubbings, whichever come first.

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Pretty, pretty. Toe on the mend, life is good.
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