Beware of Feet

"Fear of feet it a typical phobic condition in which you feel disturbed and irritated when you look at feet, touch feet (may be yours or someone else’s) or even talk about feet.You even dislike people coming and touching your own foot. You cannot explain exactly how you feel, but what you feel is indeed unpleasant. The wrath gradually develops within you and you feel utterly uncomfortable. The other name for fear of feet is podophobia. A condition of podophobia is in no way funny. When others see you suffering from fear of feet they can easily make fun of your condition, but that does not make the matter less serious." www.phobia-fear-release.com/fear-of-feet-2.html


This was the exact objective for this year's April fools joke and one of my best friends ,Michelle, fit the bill perfectly. My fiendish plan was put into action at 9 pm April fools night, fully knowing that she suffers from an awful case of podophobia. It all started by coaxing her out of her apartment with several text messages. Then hiding behind a car I waited for her leave her apartment, once she did I hefted a large black garbage sack onto my back like St. Nick and crept to to her door. The lock on her front door was circumvented using an old visa card that I took from my wallet. Once inside I stealthily made my way to her bed and opened the plastic sack i was carrying. One by one I pulled out old prosthetic feet and shoved it under the covers of her bed. I then left to meet Michelle who was by now waiting for me at my apartment....

About 10:40pm as I was getting ready for bed I received a phone call from Michelle jovially threatening me and relating the story of her discovery.... So after getting back to her apartment she soon got ready for bed. She had been "a little out of it" due to her feeling a little under-the-weather the last couple of days so the extra "lumps" in her bed went unnoticed. She flicked the flights out and crawled into bed with her Ipod on. As she began to settle in... that's when she felt something... several somethings. In wonderment she grabbed hold of the foreign bed dweller and pulled it out. Using the glow from her Ipod to illuminate the object she was now holding she realized she was holding an old, dirty, stinky, foot. She began gasping because she was too sick to yell and she ran to the living room to question her roommates . I didn't take long for her to trace the deed back to me and tell me the story that had me rolling with laughter.


One of the funniest parts to the story happened several weeks later when Michelle tried to email me the pictures her roommates took that night. She sent two emails of pictures to a wrong address that I mistakenly gave her. When I never got them she sent them again to the same wrong address. The following is part of a reply she got back from her unknown pen-pal after receiving 4 emails from her...

"...please stop sending me pictures of nasty feet."

This little piggy went to the hospital

I've hit my fingers with a hammer before but never this hard. I was breaking plaster casts off of pipes and pinched my finger between the hammer and the pipe. I'm doing ok in case your worried. Working at a prosthetic place brings to life the reality of ever losing a limb. I now seemed to be plagued with the "it could happen to you" voice playing in my head every time I don't take care of myself. So I take more precautions now (in caring for wounds not necessarily avoiding dangerous situations :).