Six pairs. That's how many shoes I went through before I found the one that actually worked.
Twelve-hour shifts, three days a week, on hospital tile that never sits still. By hour six, my heels used to be on fire. So I did what anyone would do. I bought a new pair. Then another. Then four more.
Every pair felt great in the store. But every pair broke down within weeks. So I stopped trusting the store. I started trusting my feet instead.
If your heels are on fire by hour six of a 12-hour shift, keep reading. I've been exactly where you are.