So I had an awful day on Monday. In retrospect, it was kind if humorous, but not at the time.

I've been having a problem with a sore foot for the last few weeks. I thought maybe I pulled a muscle or something, but it's been getting worse and worse. I've been hobbling all over the place.

So, I decide to go see a Podiatrist. I would like to see someone in my regular doctor's building, so I go on Cigna's website to find one. The one I found had an appointment for 1:30 on Monday.

Monday comes and I drive to my doctor's building, which is on Hermann in the Museum district. When I get there, this podiatrist's office is nowhere to be found. So I anxiously call their number and tell them I can't find their office. "Oh, we're not in that building anymore. We're at 6560 Fannin." Shit. Fuck. That's in the Medical Center. I hate going there. Traffic is terrible, and you can't find a place to park to save your life.

So it's a shitty day. Raining cats and dogs. I still have time to make it to the Medical Center. They'll hold my place they tell me. I find a garage 4 blocks away from their building. Hobble down Fannin in the rain.

I get to the office and sign in. Then they ask me what brought me in today, and I explained the terrible pain I had in my foot. "Oh, are you looking for a Podiatrist?" I replied in the affirmative. "Isn't this a Podiatry office???" "No. This is an infectious disease specialist."

OH MY GOD! My head starts reeling with the thought of God knows what germs I picked up in there. I quickly head for the door trying to make a break for the men's room. As I'm leaving the lady says "well if you ever need an infectious disease specialist, give us a call." Hell yeah. Next time I get Malaria, you'll be first on my list.