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Athlete’s Foot, My Past Life, and I Look Chinese?

Somewhere along the way — probably in Japan — I picked this up, but it didn’t flare until a week ago. It’s been a busy week, so it took until yesterday to get to the doctor’s office. I suppose there might be a cream I could get over the counter, but I don’t know what to ask for and anyway, he is a good guy, and it doesn’t cost much to visit, so I dropped in to see my regular dermatologist.

Dermatologist and urologist, actually. He does both, and this has indeed been handy.

So anyway, I went to see him and show him my foot. It turned out he had just returned from the Philippines that morning, “at dawn,” and was somewhat exhausted,  but as always, he had a long and meandering chat with me. He seems to like chatting with his one non-Korean patient, even when there are a lot of people in the lobby. Or maybe he just thinks that I find it stressful to visit a Korean doctor with whom communication is still a challenge? Anyway, things I “learned” from my dermatologist yesterday:

It might sound like I’m mocking this guy, but I’m not. He’s actually not as eccentric than some of the other doctors I’ve seen, including some in Canada. He’s mostly quite thoughtful, and encouraging, and treats his patients (or, at least, me) like a person, not just a condition. He has also always been careful to make sure of his diagnoses, and listened to me when I had questions or concerns. (Unlike the ENT just down the street from him who declared that I was losing my hearing… without actually bothering to test my hearing.)

My dermatologist is a good doctor, make no mistake: he also just happens to be a very colorful fellow, and always amuses me.

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