I used to think I would like to marry a doctor. I dated two men in high school who later became doctors-psychiatrists-it figures. One later lost his medical license due to his practice of trading drugs for sex. The other never responded to an email I sent when his mother died. I have had relationships with two other physicians, but they were both married. Yes, I am far from perfect.
But, now, all I have to do is go to Target and purchase my personal doctor-well, sort of. My feet have been aching for weeks-achilles- tendon and terrible heel pain. I treat the aches mostly with ice and what my personal doctor recommends. That would be Dr. Scholls.
Every orthotic on the market bearing his name now resides in my home. I stuff them into shoes, boots and even my slippers. They provide momentary relief. I hesitate to see a new real M.D. as I am already getting treatment for back troubles. My lower extremities are old and tired, and I am not sure how to proceed.
I did hear an advertisement on WBAL radio for a podiatrist in Towson who treats foot pain. I looked her up online, and will probably schedule an appointment. So it goes for growing older-spending too much time at doctors and dentists to stave off total degeneration.
As for the doctors I wanted to marry or hook up with. I am glad I didn’t, and for now Dr. Scholls is all I need.