The Sad Podiatrist

Lauren Williams wrote a poem about the sad anthropologist

spurring me on to write one about my mate, Arthur,

the sad podiatrist I see three times a year. We’re like mates.

When someone’s been intimate with your feet for such a stretch of time

what else can you call the relationship?

Usually he’s perky, upbeat but today he’d downcast even though I praise

him for finishing my feet in record time.

Just think, I say, you earn more in three minutes than most people earn in an hour but he protests that it’s not about the money.

When I ask him what it is about, he blurts out the old abstracts: Recognition, Glory, Adulation.

Wow, I thought, where’s this coming from?

And he says: “When did you last read a best seller about a podiatrist? Watch a Reality Show called, ‘The Good Foot

Doctor’. See a film with Tom Hanks, Chris Hemsworth, De Niro playing a podiatrist?”

He has a point. I sympathise with him, then he shakes my foot — he always shakes the right one — and I head out the

door, hoping he pulls his socks up before the next patient comes in.

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35 thoughts on “The Sad Podiatrist

  1. This is so painfully sad that I can’t help smiling. It is a profession that has nothing but its own impression of itself. No takers for foots of glory. Let the doctor bask in his own footy realm.
    Great writing, John! 🙂

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  2. Eewwww…. he’s right John. Feet, to me, are kinda disgusting and I’d not want to work in the field, let alone watch any movie about it. It’s definitely my own phobia!
    Great poem though. 😀

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