A couple of weeks ago, Courtney and I got the "doctor fish" pedicure. You may have heard of this, although it's now only done right here in Alexandria, at least in the United States, anyway (everyone else lost their license because of sanitation concerns; reassuring, right?). This is the pedicure where a couple dozen tiny fish eat the dead flesh off of your feet. I know. It sounds disgusting. And it kind of is. But it's one of those once-in-a-lifetime things that I'm all about trying these days (just like the Gotye concert last night, which totally rocked, btw; more on that later). Right now I'm running under the assumption that I'll only ever regret the things I didn't do. It's certainly been true in my life so far, and life is way too short to have regrets. So, I don't regret the fish pedicure. But it's not something that ever needs to be repeated.
|Yes, those are actually my feet.|
But mostly I had to distract myself from the tiny fish wriggling between my toes and pecking rather violently at the sensitive underside of my feet by talking to Courtney. Fifteen minutes was almost too long. And apparently there are some places in the world where you can immerse your entire body in a pool with the fish, as a treatment for skin conditions like psoriasis. The only way I'd ever get in a pool with those fish is if I was unconscious. I shudder at the thought of having those fish ALL OVER me, exploring various crevices. Ewwwww!
So there you have it, folks. I tried the doctor fish pedicure and lived to tell about it. Hey, at least the fish got a free meal out of the deal. And I got a pair of soft tootsies that lasted about a week.