I saw the podiatrist, Doctor Dave, on Tuesday. As we were being escorted to the examination room, Nettie (doctor’s assistant) met us in the hallway. She greeted our guide and then asked her, “Do you know what this guy (indicating me) called me on his last visit here?”
I was hoping she had forgotten about that. Really, I was.
The guide shrugged. Nettie responded, “He called me ‘Naughty Nettie!’ That’s what my dad always used to call me.” Then she flashed me a huge smile.
Later, Nettie removed the stitches while Dr Dave looked on. I am now able to walk around without the crutches . . . if I wear the boot, which provides support to the foot and ankle.
I need to go elevate that foot now. It helps a lot to do that.