Chit chat at the Club.

Yes it was disturbing to read about the succesful DPM rubbing elbows with his/her medical familiars. Perhaps the DPM was a caddy or maybe a servor at the club. Sometimes DPMs have to take on extra jobs to make ends meet and folks in the kitchen from time to time find out that one of the `staff'-kitchen help-we ain't talking Tiger Woods here. One of the staff is a sort of doctor.
I remember at my Club, we were working on the tree house when one of the MDs asked (actually he hollered that if I shagged the ball that went into the lagoon he'd throw me a couple of fungal nail patients-after, of course they'd been evaluated by the derm.
You betcha, I climbed outta that tree house and pu lled out the Titleiest for the doctor and he gave me some advice.
"Young pod," he said.
"What's that sir." I was sweating, I actually got to shag balls for an RD (we called them REAL DOCTORS at the Club).
"Ah know you all have all them there student loans and they all are gonna be cuttin' on back on Meddy care payments to podiatrists, so I got some good advice for you."
Wow. I thought to myself real advice from someone who could hit a golf ball. I'm not saying that there were not a few DPMs who were members of the club-there were-but they had the special red-label membership. They could only tee off between midnight and six. Kind of like - Yesiree Bob, pod boy you can have surgical privelages but can only operate-op you rate- if that's what you call it when there ain't nobody `round.

Be all that as it may, I was shagging balls and cleaning up the tree house at the local country club to make ends meet. My HEAL loan was late and the only way I could make ends meet was garnering whatever I could. It wasn't until much later that I found out that this fellow who I thought was a hot shot MD was really collecting a hefty disability check and living off his laurels. Whatever, he said: "Son, what you gotta do is become a PEE DORTHIST."
"What's that?" I said.
"Its a feller that makes shoes for people."
"Can't podiatrists do that?"
"Sure they can, but who's gonna take podey-at-rist, in the RD world we like to call them PODEY AT RISKs."
"Wow."
"Can I make living? Making shoes for people?"
"Heck of a lot more then cuttin' away at the fungi."

That is when I decided that PODIATRY had hit its most underpar level and swore that if there was a way to do a three year podiatric residency and learn how to do all sorts of pins and rods and corrections of the normal foot, I'd become a chiropractor. After all, adjusting the human spine takes guts...and then the MD golfer spat a wad of chewing tobacco on my shoes.
"Clean that up pod boy-we can't have you droppin' off my bag lookin' like a horde of grasshoppers took your tuition money and did something funny to your Converse All Stars.

Poidatric Experiences.
What would you do Mister Doctor if this happened to you? Would you finish cleaning the tree house?

Yep, I did, and in it I found a little brochure that guided me to the place that I am at now.

I am studying up on how to do triple arthrodesis and can not wait-I have to save all my golf tips-to take the board certifying test ( I don't know which one to take because there are over six hundred). But someday, I too will get a bag of chewing tobacco and spit on some podiatrists' shoes.