Podiatrist Fun

I sprained my ankle a couple of months ago so I've been seeing my podiatrist on a regular basis. After a rather nasty shatter ankle about 10 years back, I learned never to go to an orthopedist for any injury from the shin down--long story.

My current podiatrist is a really nice guy but I think he has a serious OCD. He likes to scrape feet. I realize that it's part of his job but I'm seeing him for my ankle. When I went into his office the first time after my injury, he said "well let's look at your feet since you're here" with this big grin on his face. After a few "tsk-tsks" and a couple of "uh-huhs," he pulled out this mini scapel and started going after my feet.

I know women love to get pedicures and have our feet pampered. Not surprisingly, I fall into that category. However, my podiatrist's tools look a hell of a lot more sinister than those you find in a nail salon. All I could think of was "please don't cut off a toe." He did tell me that I had "a lot of callouses" and other dreadful foot ailments and that I would feel much better once he was done. What he didn't explain to me was that it would take multiple treatments, multiple scrapings, and other painful nasty things including pouring acid on my foot. OK, maybe not pouring but any type of acid is a Bad Thing in my mind.

Honestly, I know he's right. He is a good doctor and I have had some issues with my feet for a number of years, but it was never a priority. You just don't see me in skimpy string sandals in the summertime.

So for the time being I'm walking very gingerly. My left ankle hurts from the sprain. My right one hurts from the scrapings and acid treatments.

Joy.

Comments

Iago de Otto said…
Aha! So, Dr. Asshole starts out as a nice guy. That's how these guys operate, these tinhorn snakeoil quacks with their "tsk-tsks" and their "uh-huhs". Well, maybe that should be a shoehorn snakeacid quack in this case.

And man!! Foot scraping from the shin down?

Uh, hold on . . . did I read that right?

Well, anyway, I'm glad to find out that the cats are not responsible for this injury doohickey. Now, what are we gonna do about that damn elephant?
September 22, 2008 at 3:55 AM
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