My new orthopaedic surgeon

My orthopaedic surgeon couldn’t help me any more so he sent me to a colleague. He might also have gotten offended when I took the earplugs on when he begun his preacher about how high heels are bad for women. I told him I wouldn’t listen to it but he just kept going. Come on, I am one of those women whose femininity is totally depended on the size of the heels. I do envy women who in fact feel feminine in their flat Ecco shoes, but I don’t belong to them.

This new orthopaedic surgeon was a real macho man; his kittel was wide open, he was wearing a net shirt under it, and thick, black hair was popping out all over his body. Perfect! This is a guy who would never ever start talking about giving up high heels; he is a man and can see that I am a woman. And quite right, he promised to fix my toe so that I can wear as much high heels as I want to as long as I will live. Amen.