You want to do what to my foot?
7/03/2009I went to the doctor yesterday for what I thought was foot cancer1 (yeah… I know, the doc looked at me kinda sideways too) but turned out to be an extremely infected spider bite which he decided he wanted to cut open – guess I shouldn’t have waited 2 weeks to go get it checked out.
My response:
“Ummm…. I would prefer if you didn’t slice my foot open, young, sexy, Venezuelan doctor2, but do what you got to do.”
So, now I’m walking around with my foot bandaged up, unable to put on a decent pair of shoes & it is killing me. I’m sorry, but I am just not a sandal kinda girl. Still, I guess it’s better than having my whole foot fall off. That would really suck.
1. Not the first time I thought I had cancer. When I was about 15 I found a lump in my armpit… turns out it wasn’t armpit cancer, just a bad reaction to the Dove deodorant I was using. Oh, and those lumps I felt in my neck last year, not neck cancer. Just some swollen lymphnodes. I tend to get a lot of weird looks from doctors.
2. Okay, so the young, sexy, Venezuelan part I didn’t actually say out loud, but I should’ve.
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