Foot Fetish

So, I had my long awaited meeting with the surgeon for my foot restoration project.  It actually was my interview for him - because not just anyone is going to touch my foot!  I am dedicated to not being crippled forever ... just slightly broken perhaps.

First up was a foot triage doctor (really? there are such things?)  It was so hard for me to be purely patient ... God showed me I really needed to talk with her, unfortunately there was no moment I could have to do so.  It was like playing a trout - circle, nipple, run, repeat!  So, if I am to, well God will provide the opportunity.

The actual surgeon seems to be a nice guy and I liked him.

Short of it: my foot is ready for surgery, the bones are ready for surgery, I seem to have a good attitude and so given my awesome insurance I have maintained for the past many decades, when I am ready - so is he!

But what I wanted to share was something that just cracked me up about the meeting ...

So, doctor is seated at my feet and holding the remains of my poor foot.  You have to realize that it does not really resemble much of a foot anymore, with bones sticking out at four different angles and all.

He is stroking my foot, gently fondling the protruding bone fragments under the skin.  He is telling me about how he will tear the foot apart and then put it all back together again.  He starts smiling, then smiling warmly and his eyes began twinkling.  I am trying my hardest not to start laughing.  He is now stroking his face with my foot ... stops and says,

"Well, it is not like I am sexually interested in feet or anything!  I mean, like, I don't have a foot fetish or anything .... "

And I lost it in a fit of coughing and laughter!

I mean, really, who talks like that!!!!!?????