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My last post was too bitter. So I bring you this beautiful podiatry tale. Obviously this wasn't inspired by anyone here. This is very clearly all original material.
The soft hum of anesthesia doing a crossword radiates from the top of the bed. Further down, a leg sits exposed in an overly complicated state of prep.
The sprawling OR is full to the brim with 15 different sets of hardware. Additional back tables have been borrowed from all across the hospital. An experienced tech lectures a young protégé.
“…now normally you wouldn’t be allowed in this room, but I thought this could be good for to begin familiarizing yourself with the...”
“Do we usually scrub podiatry cases?” the tech interrupts.
A gasp fractures the air from behind her mentor's mask.
“We scrub FELLOWSHIP trained foot and ankle surgery cases in this OR. Use that word again and I’ll have you in some orthopedic shoulder case trying to figure out what’s happening with a scope that doesn’t point straight…”
The tirade is cut short by the door opening.
A merry, manly laugh cuts the air, “I’m here, I’m here, shut up anesthesia, I’m here. A surgeon is here.”
Dr. Fellowbro strode into the room confidently. Immediately, he is followed by three lady device reps, each more beautiful and expensive than the last, ready to shower him with new indications for their many screws, and staples, plates, and placentas. A lone bro rep also enters, there to share in stories of his doctor’s conquests.
What can we say of Dr. Fellowbro – he is unbent by his many years of training and additional and totally necessary fellowship year. A customized lead apron sits lightly on his shoulders. Close examination would show it is covered in tibias, fibulas, calcanei – the only bones worth operating on as he would say – and dollar bills – what everything he touches turns into. The words “Foot and Ankle Surgeon” are emblazoned, XXL.
“Shall we do our time out?” the circulator asks?
“Of course. Our patient went to see a pathetic old toediatrist who couldn’t even put a needle in their ankle.”
“And what will we be doing today?”
“A TAR of my choice – I have 3 in the room, Koutsy-gots-to-get-paid, gastrocnemius recession with sural nerve obliteration, subtalar joint arthroscopy – anterior and posterior, lapidouchey, a new form of lapidus that makes Paragon and Biomet’s nails look like cavemen with sticks, and then I’ll be placing 4 different toe implants as a form of a controlled trial. I also want to try out a new technique I saw on My Feet are Killing Me… just kidding, gross.”
“Excellent. Doctor, we also have a podiatry resident here who was hoping to scrub in.”
“Ah yes, the residency the hospital started to make more money. I’m surprised they let you out clinic. Welcome. I remember when I used to be a podiatrist. You’ll of course want to do an Arthrex Approved Fellowship when you graduate. Stand here to retract.”
“Don’t you mean ACFAS?”
“No, and also I will need you to round on this patient tomorrow because they are going to be in a lot of pain. Now someone bring me my blade. The one I invented that cuts straight down to the periosteum but avoids neurovascular structures.”
“Doctor”, one of the reps interrupts, “shall I take pictures during the case?”
“Of course my rep – pictures are the lifeblood of my presentations. Why, I remember when I was a FELLOW presenting my attendings’ cases at ACFAS – people just loved it. Nothing like presenting a case you haven’t followed at all that you just know went perfectly. People can really learn from that.”
“Tourniquet up?”
“Of course. What is this – the PI Institute? We’ll need to be efficient today. I have a busy day planned after this case. Yesssss…
I’m starting the day off with a conference call to try and get non-Fellowship trained podiatrists banned from doing ankles. I’ve heard wonderful stories from the northeast of doctors working together to screw young PMSR/RRA surgeons, dinosaurs really, from operating, and I want to help.”
“Great idea.”
“And then, very ironically, I’m going to do some out of network $1000 nail avulsions for patients from Louisiana. Apparently they don’t have podiatrists there or something.”
“Very noble”.
Dr. Fellowbro’s attention returned to the ankle – his precise cuts exposing the anatomy. His skills – legendary – why Schuberth had allowed him to make TAR cuts as a visiting student! But something wasn’t right. The light wavered, the vision changed.
“Doctor?”
Where once there had been an exposed ankle, now a disgusting fungal toenail.
“Hey DOC, you cut the nails too short last time on that toe and left it too long on the other.”
The beautiful scalpel transformed into a pair of nail nippers. The nail exploded in a cloud of dust, shimmering and disappearing into the stale air like dreams in the breeze.”
A curt rap on the door is followed by the face of one of the nurses he couldn’t fire.
“Ms. Blah says you missed a callus and also she needs to come back in exactly 60 days, not 3 months.”
Exiting the room Dr. Sadbro is met by the office manager, his boss’ wife.
“Oh doc, you were asking me about your collections. Yes, they are currently zero because you are still on my husband’s insurance plans. But don’t worry, we’ve got you on a great base salary.”
I am speechless sir.
Will you remember us after your Pulitzer?