The Most Embarrassing Podiatry Moment Ever??

...and some are unforgettable for sure!!

 

Not wishing to be negative, but I'm not sure if you can just stick a comment onto the end of a thread and say "post here to be in a book".

Does this apply to the previous posts, or all subsequent posts?

have you asked Pod Arenas owner if you are able to lift info without permission from the owners/contributors?

 

Egads man. What's the kerfuffle, in my 22 years, of enchanting the geriatric femmes that have been fortunate enough to enter my clinic, I've been left an eclectic assortment of varying colours and sizes of camisoles, chemises, bustiers, basques / corsets, and brassieres. I did not suffer from any sudden incontinence from a rush of titillation, of course not. We're professionals!

 

But did they leave their phone number on their item for you??
This was more a femme fatale rather than a geriatric femme Mark.

I'm just flat out envious!
Ted.

 

The question that's on all our lips, Mark, is - are you still wearing them? :dizzy:

 

Thank you everyone for your hilarious stories - too funny!! This is my first visit to Podiatry Arena and I'm already completely hooked...

I was prompted to do some web surfing after seeing a new patient a couple of days ago, (a friend of my parents - even more embarrassing), who was troubled by painful feet and legs for several days after having sex! You can only imagine some of the questions that were coming to mind, and how inappropriate it would have been to ask......so what position exactly are your feet and legs usually in.....!!!!!! How often.......HELP!!!!!! Seriously I would like to help this fellow. I was thinking along the lines of general muscular fatigue, cramping, flexibility etc etc. Any ideas?

 

the key to a good treatment plan is good history taking, got to get that Info.....

 

Oh what a ridiculous question to ask Mark (Russell)!

How the hell are you supposed to be able to wear something that is proudly on display in pride of place behind a glass frame??? (Well, that's where they would be if that happened to me!)

 

I'd need lots of counselling wouldn't I. I once had a badly preserved specimen propose to me, announcing she had recently become a widow in the same garbled denture-slipping sentence. Oh so tempting!

Damn you Russell, yes, and they still have the porridge stains on them as I like to don them in the morning whilst I peruse the Mark Russell entries in Pod-Arena, yours in cross-dressing, mark (actually i'm in a lovely pink lacy bustier right now!)

 

netizens

Still get rather flushed when answering the question, "Can you cure corns?'

No!

Having a bogey stuck to my forehead during a particular trying session was a bit of a red face but I assumed that sort of thing could happen to anyone?

toeslayer

 

I'm getting a wee tingle in areas long thought dormant, Marcie......but are you sure it's porridge stains? Is that not the Lewinski defence?

Hugs & Kisses

 

What a fantastic idea for a thread! Do you think it might get a response?!

 

Im with you Bro'.

Touche baby!

 

Not so much an embarrassing moment - but an awkward one nonetheless. Last Christmas Eve - finished surgery for the holiday break and was on the way to do some banking when I spotted something untoward outside our local church, whilst waiting at a road junction in my car. I could see a man on his hands and knees, crouched beside a car wheel - as if he was changing a tyre - however it appeared as though he was punching the tyre repeatedly. When I looked again, his hand was covered in blood and he was trying to stem the bleeding with the sleeve of his jacket. Being Christmas and feeling charitable, I pulled my car alongside and got out to offer some help. By this stage he had made his way to another car - parked behind the one he was kneeling beside - and opened the driver's door and sat inside.

I walked over and knocked on his window. He was an elderly, well-dressed man - possibly mid 70s - and his bloodied hand was by now wrapped in an old oily rag. I asked him if he was okay and he said sure, no problem, why was I asking - and I said to him I noticed he had hurt his hand whilst working on the other car. He looked at me and smiled and said he wasn't working on any car and he hadn't hurt his hand and didn't know what I was talking about. This kind of stopped me in my tracks - there was blood everywhere - on the road, pavement, door handle of his car - not to mention his clothes. I looked at the car in front and noticed it had a flat tyre - and I said to him I saw him trying to change the wheel. Again he said he didn't know what I was talkin about. When I looked closely at the other car I then noticed the tyre had been slashed - and the paintwork on the same side as the flat had been badly vandalised. The penny dropped.....

.......at the same time as the local priest came out of the church. Having had my car vandalised the previous month, I wasn't minded to let the matter drop - and as fortune would have it, a police car pulled up to see what the matter was as my hazzard warning lights were on and the blood on the road was visible to passing motorists. The gent was known to the priest - he was an elder in the church - and the pair of them ridiculed my story to the police about the incident, until the policeman looked at the vandalised car and noticed blood and skin tissue on the wheel rim. A brief search followed and a 10mm blood-covered chisel was found in his jacket pocket. Eventually a confession - the car had been parked outside the church for weeks with a "for sale" note in the window and said gentleman thought it lowered the tone of the neighbourhood - and in a moment of madness, decided to take out his angst on the vehicle.

At that point a lady appeared out from the church - she had been arranging the flowers for the Christmas Service - and came across to see what the fuss was about. Somwhat aghast at seeing her husband taken away in the policecar, she was mortified to learn he had been arrested for vandalising a car. Not as mortified as me, however, as she was one of my long-standing patients - and had been to see me just two days before the incident......

Thankfully she has been back several times since - but that Christmas had been an uncomfortable one, having been instrumental in her husband's arrest and subsequent conviction. Next time I might just be inclined to turn a blind eye.....

 

I have two.

The first was a home visit to an elderly lady. I usually knocked at the door and walked in. On this occasion I did so to find friends and relations sitting around dressed in black and supping tea. She had died and I walked in on the wake. Not sure who was more embarassed - me or the family.

The second was also on a home visit. This time to an elderly gentleman. He was a gentleman too in every sense of the word. I was sitting on a low stool which put my eyes at crutch level and I glanced up from his foot to see that his flies were undone and he had gone commando. I really hadn't got the heart to tell him - he would have been mortified - so I just tried to look anywhere but at his meat and two veg.