I feel I may have come across a little morose in my last post but thanks for listening. It is appreciated always.
And now for something completely different…
Me, the hot GP and the gross toe nail.
A story of woe or rather woe is me.
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to well you know.
My toe nail started going dodgy a while ago. I knew that I needed to do something about it. I also knew it would be weeks before I could organise myself well enough to go to the doctors.
So I waited until it was turning green. Well not really but I like to challenge the medical professionals and hopefully develop some sort of rare disease that will gain their respect.
I actually have a pretty good track record at achieving this.
Back to me… And the delectable GP.
So I’m running late for the appointment because my 5 year old wants Sushi for lunch. I’m flustered and wearing my red sparkly shoes and then he asks me to lie down on the bed (obviously flirting with me) and removes my shoe (like the Prince in Cinderella).
I apologise to him for the state of my toe. He tells me it’s nothing. I say I hope I’m not ruining your day with my ugly toe. He says if that’s the worst thing he sees today he’ll be happy.
And then he has to scrape some toe nail into a urine jar thing for the laboratory. He actually said laboratory about 3 times. He doesn’t abbreviate.
Oh Doctor Dane! You make me swoon with your gentle scraping. Your “is there anything else I can do for you”. Why yes. Yes there is. I also need a referral for a specialist but the Apple Maps thing drained my battery and now I don’t know the specialists name.
He doesn’t look at me like I’m a waste of space. He laughs with me about Apple Maps. He says I can “ring it in” later. He writes me a blood test form thing and laughs as I babble.
He is quite sweet. He is very lovely. And he has scraped my ugly toe.
I tell this story to a friend and we both try to come up with the perfect ailment to cultivate so that I can see him again without my gross toe.
We agree that the old “there’s something in my eye trick might work”.
My husband thinks I’m a bit nuts… I might need to see someone about that 😉