Last night I went to the hospital to have my foot x rayed.
The doctor began by examining the bottom of my foot. It was filthy. I offered to go wash it off, but that was not necessary he told me.
“Are you sure?”
A technician in a white lab coat arrived and smeared goo on my foot. She then started running a microphone-like piece of equipment over the spot with the glass. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ultrasound before, but was this as seen on tv.
I asked her if it was a boy or a girl.
The doctor told me that because we were looking for glass, it might not show up on any x ray machine. Now, if it was metal, then they could find it.
“If there’s glass in my foot and it doesn’t hurt, can I just leave it there? Do I need to worry about it?”
“It’s not a problem.” He told me.
The woman was still moving the device over my gooey foot. I watched the screen. I couldn’t make out anything that looked like anything.
She said “there it is,” and pointed to some static that looked like the rest of the static. I believed her. She highlighted the static and printed a picture for me to give to my doctor.
The shard is half a centimeter long, and healthy, weighing in under a quarter gram.
We’ll probably go with a c-section.