Clean Feet

Clean feet I had a check-up about my diabetes, but first I had to see the nurse who did the physical work testing this and that, do you want to see my feet? No, she said it is not needed. To think I had scrubbed my feet pink, between the toes too, like cardinal waiting for the pope to kiss his feet. The foot kissing is a ritual humiliation to keep the pope humble. I noticed the nurse´s dress looked crumbled as she had slept In her uniform, perhaps she had done a double shift, she also had a restless leg. I found tense, and a prominent larynx, or maybe she needed a pee. The doctor spoke to the computer everything was ok, liver blood pressure, and so on, the doctor looked like a cute mouse a narrow face and small ears, her hospital coat was starched. I told her my feet were better. I said that hoping she would have a look, but no, she smiled politely and wished me a good day.