Feet. I hate feet. I hate people touching my feet, I hate dealing with feet, I just hate feet. Which is fine, we all have some body part we don’t care for, right?
My right toe has been giving me trouble for about three weeks. Pain after simple things like walking, and wow stupid high levels of pain after things like running, or working out in general. The past three weeks have had a serious lack of workouts thanks to the stupid toe pain and that is just not ok.
Since the pain wasn’t going away I booked an appointment with my doc who said I had to go to a Podiatrist, so I booked an appointment with a Podiatrist and saw him yesterday.
Did I mention I hate people touching my feet?
Well, having to go to a doctor whose specialty is feet was giving me the heeby-jeebies because for sure he would be touching my foot and oh man did I not want that to happen. However, I’m more sick of missing workouts than I am scared of having someone handle my foot, so to the Podiatrist I went! Oh the things that motivate us lol
In case you’ve never been to a Podiatrist the chair you sit in is sort of like a dentist’s chair, comfy, high enough back so you can rest comfortably, except the part for your legs isn’t as long. So you stretch your legs out in front of you and the chair ends around your lower calf area which means your foot is dangling in the air. Since he only had to look at my right foot and I was too tense to lean back in the chair I had my right leg stretched forward and my left leg bent at the knee so my left foot was touching the floor. I was swinging that leg because I had a deep desire to fidget / move. Coping mechanism anyone?
The chair looked a bit like this, only a different colour.
By the end of the visit I had my entire upper body turned to the left, my hands balled in to sweaty fists, and I was noticeably sweating in general, which had me regretting my choice of shirt lol Definitely the wrong day to pick a warm shirt to wear *rolls eyes* Nothing he did hurt, it is just my deep dislike of people touching my feet and I think my anticipation of him causing pain to my foot / toe, or at least discomfort.
Kinda crazy how you can build something up in your head so much that you have a physiological response, even when that thing or event you’re reacting to doesn’t come to fruition.
Anyways, the appointment went fine, I didn’t kick him (which was a valid fear), and I have to go back in a month or so. Which means I have a whole month to anticipate the next appointment…oh boy…
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 
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