I’m not a witch, I’m not a witch
May. 6th, 2019 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I had my annual physical today.
I guess it went OK.
As I’m a middle-aged fat guy, my doctor just refuses to accept some things.
One of those things is that she expects me to have lost some of my sense of touch in my lower legs and feet.
She told me to lie down on the examination table and close my eyes.
"Do you feel anything?" she asked.
"You’re touching my right foot," I said. "Clearly you have not pulled your gloves on all the way as there are a number of wrinkles in the fingertips."
She tried both feet and legs with similar results.
"Now do you feel anything?" she asked.
I did.
"Something very sharp is poking me," I said. "It’s certainly not your glove. Is it your fingernail? If so, you should file it down, it’s very sharp."
She poked me a bunch of places on my feet and legs, I was able to identify them all.
"OK, you haven’t lost feeling," she said.
I opened my eyes and she was holding something like a pin that she had been poking me with.
"You were poking me with a pin?" I asked.
"See, it wasn’t my fingernail," she responded.
That’s something they used to do to prove if folks were witches. Poke them with something sharp and look for a dead spot.
So, that’s modern medical technology for you…