I am turning into my Grandmother.
I am wondering if this is because I have moved into her
house. (She is not here, she is buried in backyard. We put her in a lead-lined
coffin so that we wouldn’t hear her grumbles).
For the past 3 ½ weeks I have had terrible foot pain when I
walk. I saw three General Practitioners (GPs) who offered me little practical
advice, ranging from ‘I don’t know why your foot hurts’ to ‘Use a pumice stone
and see what happens’ to ‘No-one will touch you now as you are pregnant’.
I was getting increasingly disturbed, as if a pet was
limping along in this fashion, I am sure a vet would attend to the cause.
I have just seen a podiatrist (I have no idea at what cost
as the computers weren’t working so they will send me out a bill). The
podiatrist got his scalpel out and hacked into my foot.
‘This might hurt a little’. Like I care – just get it out!
He handed me the offending lump - it was a CORN!
I don’t know how it got there. Perhaps I dropped a kernel
when making salad and it lodged itself firmly? Or maybe my digestive system is
not working properly and a rogue corn has found its way to my foot?
Regardless, statistically elderly people obtain corns.
I
secretly wondered if I caught it from touching my Grandmother’s old corn pad a
few week’s ago. My grandfather had pointed to it and said ‘Do you know what
this is?’ He then proceeded to say that it was a glove that sailors wore when
hoisting sails. OK, well if this is true someone forgot to tell his wife OR she
spent a lifetime hoisting sails with her feet.
Housewife grumble of the day: if a GP can’t diagnose a
corn, go back to Uni! And don't be charging me $20 out-of-pocket and say that you can't help!
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