dr foot

SO, the doctor scraped the spots with the planter’s warts, and applied the multi-combo blister goo.

The worst one is already sore, the blister must be forming. He said some people don’t get blisters, some do. The deeper the ‘root’ the more likely the occurrence. He also told me I could pop and drain the blister to relieve the discomfort, since i have to walk on it, but I think I will forego that and just deal with what pain comes. I have a bad track record with infections lately, why risk it on the dirtiest, darker, sweatiest place on the body. Okay, maybe the second dirtiest, darkest, sweatiest place…

But this is not the point of the entry.
As ‘go team’ as it may sound, I am glad to have gay doctors. I cannot express this enough.

Although I had to let my ID doctor go for poor office organization and general all-around flakiness, and his replacement is cool, but decidedly straight – I still have a gay PCP, a gay dentist and now a gay foot doctor.

It just seems to settle a part of my brain that otherwise remains clenched in a doctor’s office. I just suffer less from stranger anxiety and potential embarrassment.

This said, I have noticed – perhaps for the first time – how captivated I am by my gay doctors…It is like a school boy crush, all three cases. Perhaps because I have spent most of my life seeing weird, uptight, fashion-backward doctors…

Perhaps it is tendencies toward medical fetishes. Really, exam tables just get me running!

I had to consciously stifle a moan when the podiatrist touched my bare foot. I almost couldn’t stand it. And he had such a great smile throughout the entire session. I am on the chair, elevated, shoes off. He is down at my feet, in-between them on a small rolling stool. Of course, I checked his basket. I tried not too, but couldn’t stand it.

He wouldn’t normally be my type, but I kept fantasizing in my mind that he had a foot fetish, that his entire life and career were built around it. That is hot to me. Endlessly so.

Little things added to it. Of course the touching of my bare feet. They are so hyper-sensitive right now. Chemo had caused some nerve damage, which is typical. I forget what the nurses called it, but the sensations are now just returning.

Of course, to me that means I am easily overwhelmed. And I have been avoiding guys playing with my feet because it felt so odd.

Oh, AND he remembered David. We both have the same PCP.
And we both have now been referred to the foot doctor for planter’s warts. (Yes, we most likely gave them to each other.)

But when I mentioned him by name, he said it sounded familiar but he could remember the feet. Sure, part of the business to remember patients by their feet.

But…

BUT…

He finally remembered David.
Not because of his feet, which happen to be rather narrow with incredibly high arches, so not so average I would think.

He remembered him because of his cowboy boot.
His BOOTS!

I think, score one for my fantasy, Mr. Doctor-Foot-Freak man!
Yum.