Foot and Mouth
February 24th 2008 08:54
dinnertime.’
Yeah, right. That sounds like a delightful job.
But for the person getting their feet attended to, it’s a different ballgame. (Much more pleasant than going to the dentist, in general.)
I’ve rarely been to a foot-specialist, but when I did, because I couldn’t do anything with a toenail that was getting harder and harder by the day and more impossible to cut, I was glad I did. Okay, he told me that the only ‘cure’ to soften up the toenail was to get a certain kind of tablet from the doctor, and even then the doctor had to get permission for me to take it (crikey, it must have been dangerous!), but he did deal to my hardnailed toe. Out came the sharpest, most solid-looking pair of nail clippers I’ve ever seen. He grabbed my toe by its short and curlies and with a quick hey-ho, snapped the nail clean off at the right place.
No nonsense. (I’m kinda glad my dentist doesn’t work in the same way, I must admit.)
I was reading an article in the Malaysian Star (online) about people washing other people’s feet. I think my horrified feet could have done with a foot wash after that experience, but that’s not the sort of thing podiatrists do.
Certainly they’ll deal with whatever’s underneath once you’ve taken your shoes and socks off, but you have to get the gear off in the first place. Imagine them having to deal with some people’s thigh high boots, for example, or wet wellies, or those solid lace-up athletic shoes.
But while Foot Bathers might remove your shoes for you, they expect you to come with clean feet (which rather defeats the purpose, you’d think). No athlete’s foot or nasty little cuts or what have you. Come clean, they say.
But once they get going with their massage and washing and general foot-handling, it must be very pleasant. Jesus taught his disciples an interesting lesson in servanthood, but he did it in a way that must have given those bods a very relaxing time.
Yeah, right. That sounds like a delightful job.
But for the person getting their feet attended to, it’s a different ballgame. (Much more pleasant than going to the dentist, in general.)
I’ve rarely been to a foot-specialist, but when I did, because I couldn’t do anything with a toenail that was getting harder and harder by the day and more impossible to cut, I was glad I did. Okay, he told me that the only ‘cure’ to soften up the toenail was to get a certain kind of tablet from the doctor, and even then the doctor had to get permission for me to take it (crikey, it must have been dangerous!), but he did deal to my hardnailed toe. Out came the sharpest, most solid-looking pair of nail clippers I’ve ever seen. He grabbed my toe by its short and curlies and with a quick hey-ho, snapped the nail clean off at the right place.
No nonsense. (I’m kinda glad my dentist doesn’t work in the same way, I must admit.)
I was reading an article in the Malaysian Star (online) about people washing other people’s feet. I think my horrified feet could have done with a foot wash after that experience, but that’s not the sort of thing podiatrists do.
Certainly they’ll deal with whatever’s underneath once you’ve taken your shoes and socks off, but you have to get the gear off in the first place. Imagine them having to deal with some people’s thigh high boots, for example, or wet wellies, or those solid lace-up athletic shoes.
But while Foot Bathers might remove your shoes for you, they expect you to come with clean feet (which rather defeats the purpose, you’d think). No athlete’s foot or nasty little cuts or what have you. Come clean, they say.
But once they get going with their massage and washing and general foot-handling, it must be very pleasant. Jesus taught his disciples an interesting lesson in servanthood, but he did it in a way that must have given those bods a very relaxing time.
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