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…it’s probably just me limping across the floor.
Has anyone mastered the sexy saunter while wearing the walking cast? Cause this ski boot I have on my left foot is making it difficult to strut my stuff.
In the meantime, I give you *dun dun dun duuuun*
The Top 5 Reasons I Prefer to Visit My Podiatrist Over my Other Docs
#5. No hauling my ass over to another office for x-rays. He’s got a machine right in his office. Just for feet!
#4. The office decor includes many posters of fabulous shoes.
#3. When he pulls out the ultrasound I’m not going to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.
#2. You only have to get undressed from the ankle down.
And the #1 reason I prefer to visit my podiatrist over my other docs…
You don’t have to step on the scale.
August 7th, 2007 at 9:03 pm
Fan-freaking-foot-tastic.
August 7th, 2007 at 9:04 pm
That makes me want a podiatrist.
August 7th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
The podiatrist is only fun when you aren’t taking your 90 year old grandmother for her check up and toenail excavation.
So how is the foot???
August 7th, 2007 at 10:15 pm
Sounds good to me!
August 7th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
I love my podiatrist too… except that he doesn’t let me wear cute shoes…….. bastard.
August 7th, 2007 at 10:41 pm
Very funny chick! Love that.
August 7th, 2007 at 10:46 pm
I think I need to get myself to a podiatrist. I am totally on board with #2.
August 8th, 2007 at 5:54 am
You had me at “posters of fabulous shoes.”
August 8th, 2007 at 6:09 am
I love it.
So many wonderful reasons to live the foot doctor.
August 8th, 2007 at 8:26 am
Hmmm.
August 8th, 2007 at 8:34 am
I think # 2 is the best.
You get to avoid all that time-consuming “prep” for the doctor.
August 8th, 2007 at 8:36 am
Fabulous list. And no, I haven’t been able to master the sexy saunter while wearing a cast (or while without a cast, for that matter).
August 8th, 2007 at 9:19 am
I’m all for any doctor that I don’t have to groom the bush for!
August 8th, 2007 at 11:59 am
#3 caught me off guard. Loved it!
Hang in there cuz “those boots ain’t made for walkin’.”
August 8th, 2007 at 12:02 pm
Ah yes. The scale.
I say DOWN WITH THE SCALE!!
August 8th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
So with you on the scale. It should be outlawed.
August 8th, 2007 at 2:26 pm
So … um … er …. sounds like your podiatrist has a foot fetish. Just sayin’…
August 8th, 2007 at 5:47 pm
Excellent.
It’s why I dig going to the orthopedic doc too.
Signed,
Chick with Creaky Back
August 8th, 2007 at 7:09 pm
That would work for me!
August 8th, 2007 at 10:36 pm
I’m totally going to break my foot now so I can go to the podiatrist. Then I’m going to tell them that Mamma sent me.
August 9th, 2007 at 11:25 am
Not that I want a broken foot, but I can totally see where you’re coming from on the not getting undressed, the lack of need for a scale, and the cute shoes! Reminds me I need to schedule a much less fun annual….
August 9th, 2007 at 11:59 am
The scale decides it, I need a podiatrist. I am not sure why I need him, but all sighns point to that being the right doctor for me. 🙂 I hope you are healing quickly.
August 9th, 2007 at 4:37 pm
Way to look on the bright side 🙂 I gave you an award on my blog today, stop by to see what it is and grab the badge code!
August 9th, 2007 at 5:29 pm
Posters of shoes AND no scales?
Move over Dr. McDreamy.
August 10th, 2007 at 4:36 pm
Shit…You REALLY DID BREAK YOUR FOOT???
Oh sweets…I’m sorry…
((((((((Mamma)))))) and a little swat on your bum.
August 10th, 2007 at 7:15 pm
It just so happens that I spent August of 2001 in one of those ski boots after fracturing one of my delicate foot bones. I feel your pain (and the immense heat).
And slackermommy-I’m pretty sure no one’s groomed a bush for me. Ever.
August 10th, 2007 at 7:19 pm
Sorry to hear about your foot, but LOL at the list… you should write for Letterman.
Everytime I hear “podiatrist” I think of Elaine in Seinfeld telling one that he wasn’t REALLY a doctor….
August 10th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
What? No stirrups?
August 12th, 2007 at 12:50 am
Ya broke your foot! Oh man, that blows. But I have to confess I have a podiatrist like fantasy. When I put my feet up at night I imagine that I’m filthy stinking rich and employ a silent podiatrist/manicurist/massager. They rub, file and bathe my feet for me without talking while I watch reality television. Maybe I was a Japanese businessman in a past life?
August 16th, 2007 at 11:55 am
LOL…Good one.