So we went back to the shoe store. I brought my shoes (carried them - today was definitely a flip flop day) and got help immediately, despite the store's 20% off sale causing huge crowds. The guy who helped me measured my foot and immediately noticed that my right foot is wider than the left. My response: "that explains all the blisters on my right foot!" He measured me again, cocked his head to the side and asked that question every gal dreams someday she'll hear: "are you opposed to a men's shoe?"
Sigh...I said I'd be willing to give it a shot, secretly hoping that he'd go back and find something pink and sparkly. Instead, he returned with 2 pairs of Brooks (what I currently have). The first pair was black and red. Mostly black. I put them on and walked the store, grudgingly admitting that they were comfortable. I tried the second pair, which were gray and bright blue (I told Scott hot pink laces would make them fabulous). Even these were tighter in the toes than I wanted to go. So he put me back in the ugly black and red pair and told me to go out and jog a little while on the sidewalk. I went out and jogged 1/2 block, came back, and accepted my fate. "The ugly shoes are perfect." I had plenty of space to spread out my toes, and the rest of the shoe fit my foot perfectly.
Since my left (slightly narrower) foot has barely had any blisters, I am hopeful that the new wider shoe will eventually allow my right foot to heal and I won't have this kind of problem again.
In case you're wondering what sort of damage causes a girl to give up all of her pride and buy the ugliest shoes she's ever seen, I'm including a picture of the bottom of my foot after the jump. (there's no blood, just callouses and blisters)
The blister on my fourth toe is currently the most painful. It's so swollen that I'm pretty much walking on my heel. My pinkie toe is pretty much one big blister. The three on my instep are at this point old hat. The one in the long oval actually isn't currently a blister, but was in the past. Another mile today and that one probably would have come back. The other two on the instep are my runner's pride & joy. They are blister/pop/callous/blister-under-callous/pop/blister. They're ugly, but I was always able to keep going when they popped up. I thought I was invincible...until my toes reminded me otherwise.