I am not fond of a pedicure. I don't like to be messed with, plus I am ticklish. So usually, I do my own. However, one needs at least a couple of professional pedicures a year if one is going to wear flip-flops and sandals. And one is. I mean I am.
This week I had a pedicure and my first routine baseline colonoscopy. The pedicure was worse.
With the colonoscopy, people buzzed around me, patting and assuring me. The nurse brought me a blanket that had been warmed. When she couldn't get my IV in, she called for a more proficient person. If not for The Guy, I might have fallen in love with the anesthesiologist. He looked at my chart and said, "Well you are so healthy, you are just boring." And he winked. I love winking. Then he told me when it was over, to go home and do nothing. I love to be told to do nothing. "You are dehydrated," he said. "A smart girl would just go home and kick back with a glass of sweet tea." Oh, he was playing my song. Do nothing and consume sugar.
The doctor told me they were going to take care of me the same way they would want to be cared for. Then there came the drugs in the IV. I didn't even have time to count backwards.
Then, presto! The nurse was waking me up and telling me I had a perfect colon. The doctor said come back in ten years.
The Guy took me home. I slept a while and then he fetched me some Kentucky Fried Chicken, which ordinarily I would not even think about, let alone eat, but it had been 48 hours since I'd had anything but chicken broth.
Two days later I got a pedicure. I am pretty sure he almost cut my toe. Then he brought out sandpaper and a cheese grater. It was not pleasant. And let me say, my feet were not even in bad shape. I work on them with a pumice stone regularly. I know what you are thinking: Go to someone else next time. Who? I've been to everybody in the county and it's no better. Which makes me think, it's me, not them.
I guess my definition of pamper isn't the same as everyone else.
How about you? Is there anything that others generally find pleasant that you dread?