Full Moon over Texas last Night

Have you ever messed around at work and ended up the worst for it? Well, about 8 years ago I was clowning around at work and decided to show a couple of the guys, all Hispanic of course, my personal depiction of how a "cholo" stands. I guess I saw it on a cartoon or somewhere, but you kind of lean back on one leg and stretch your other leg out. (Please read the important note below before continuing this description) Now, make sure you have your outstretched foot in a position where you can tap your toe if you want to. (I think that's very important). Then, while you're in that leaned back position, slightly raise your shoulders back up until you're almost back into the upright position and you're there. Now, tap your toe.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Only try this position if you're willing to sign a waiver showing I am not responsible for any and all mishaps you may incur; since this is how I was injured 8 years ago. Actually, I think I was OK until I started tapping my toe.

Anyway, within a half hour I couldn't walk and I ended up going to a podiatrist and almost having my foot operated on to get a ganglion cyst cut out of the top of my foot. Fortunately, the pain and swelling went away and all was well until about 2 months ago, when it came back. This time the pain went away within a day or so and only left my foot purple for a week or so before it went away.

Well, yesterday afternoon at work, my foot started hurting again and before the day was over, I could barely walk on it again. It was bad enough that I barely made it to the bathroom when I got home from work, and in the words of my late dad, "It hurt so bad, tears were running down my leg". Well, almost. My ankle and the top of my foot had a big goose egg looking lump on it, A little later, I was explaining what had happened to Debby and she said I should call Dr. Rocky so he could maybe look at it while it was in its glory instead of after the fact, like the last time.

I called the good Dr's house and his sweet wife answered the phone and patched me through. The Doctor was in. He said to take some pain medicine and if I needed to, to come on over and he'd take a look at it. I let a couple of hours pass then decided to head on over to the Dr's house. Debby said she'd drive because she said I was in too fragile a condition; actually I think she wanted to show me all of the pot holes and rough roads she had discovered in the upper valley, but that's another story in itself.

Well, we went into their house and I took my shoe and sock off so the good doctor could take a look at it. I had already told him the story of the podiatrist and the ganglion cyst from years back and after his examination he concurred that it was indeed a cyst. After some in-depth detailed descriptions and explanations to us, Dr Rocky started talking "Doctor/Nurse" talk with his wife. (She is a registered nurse; For real, she doesn't just play one on TV.) Anyway, she said she thought she had some "such and such" there at the house and she left the room. When she came back, she told me she needed to give me a shot. Smart Debby didn't help much when she asked, "Isn't that a STEROID"? (Everyone knows what they say steroids do to guys, and I really don't need any negativity in that area of my body, thank you.) The "nurse" said yes, it is a steroid. So, fighting back the tears, I asked her if she was going to give me the shot into my foot and she shook her head and mildly said, "No". Then she pointed to what looked like her upper rear waist area, but said something about dropping my pants down a little bit. I think her rendition of a hip shot and my rendition of a hip shot are about 12" different from each other, but probably I was just nervous. "Side Note": Whether you realize it or not, there aren't all that many women who have seen my bare tootie, and I think I was afraid I wouldn't measure up, because I'm sure the good nurse has seen her fair share of butts.

Anyway, for a second, I thought I was going to have to lean over the couch right there in the living room, but fortunately she had me follow her into the kitchen. (I don't know if she noticed it or not, because I sure noticed, but her kitchen shutters were wide open during the entire ordeal.) The good nurse said I could, "drop em", or just "scoot em down" a little, that it was entirely up to me. Well, being the shy guy I am, I chose the scoot method, and I think my inhibitions are still intact. So I scooted my pants down a little, maybe a little too far, because I could feel my opposite cheek peeking out, but by then it was too late, I had to just grin and bare it. She put some VERY cold alcohol on the spot she chose and "WHAM", in it went. Do you want to know what she commented? She calmly said, "Gee Mel, you have really tough skin." To which I said, "Maybe it's a dull needle you're using, instead." She just chuckled and said it was a new needle she used. Then she wiped the area off again and said she hoped it wouldn't bleed too much and handed me a band-aid. A band-aid, no lollipop, just a band-aid. I pulled my pants up as quick as I could and we went back into the living room. She was probably laughing to herself as we walked in and I walked in feeling like a gelding, and an old one at that.

After a short while, we said our good bye's and our heart felt thank you's to them both and headed home. My manhood felt I should drive home because I don't think the boys could have stood any more trauma that night. After all, unbeknown to them, they were soon to receive a dose of some stuff they really weren't going to appreciate. (I guess I just couldn't see myself sitting in the passenger seat, feeling like a real panty waist while Debby drove us both home. I wouldn't know whether to cross my legs or just sit daintily).

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I make out. Dr Rocky and his wife are some of the very best people I know. They are both fun to be around and both have gone above and beyond in helping me in the many ways they have. I hope I can someday repay them both for all they have done for me. Thank You, both.