I'm Glad I'm Not a Podiatrist

I don't understand why anyone would want to be a podiatrist.  Or a colon-rectal surgeon, for that matter.  I mean, who gets up one day and says, "I'd like to look at diarrhea for next forty years.  Yep!  That's the job for me."  Uhhh, NOT ME.

Anyway, I was thinking that as I went to my first podiatrist appointment EVER.  Now that I'm a diabetic, I need to take good care of my feets, right?  Well, I don't have a foot fetish by any means, but I like taking care of my feet.  I like pedicures, and I regularly massage and lotion my feet up.  Plus I like nail polish and I've never even had an ingrown toenail.   I do get dry skin on my heels, but I get those callus shavers and take them off.  Well, and that is part of the problem that I had over the weekend.  I was doing the callus shaver thing and sliced skin off my big toe that I didn't intend to do.  And it hurt.  Oh, and I bled like crazy.  It was like a murder scene in my bathroom.  I wrapped it up and applied pressure and now I need to replace my bath mats.  Yes, it was that bad.  So I limped into the podiatrist's office.  And it felt very, very weird to have this man messing with my feet.  I don't like it when I'm getting a pedicure and it's a man...for some reason I find it too intimate and I'm super uncomfortable with some random guy touching my feet. 

Clean bill of health!  The cut on my toe is healing, my skin looked great.  No nerve damage, no issues at all.  He said they looked great; and I'm guessing he must have seen a lot of icky feet that day, so I'll take him at his word.  Ha, and I wore these flip flops today, too.  Gotta love em.