A man of 50 sits straight up on the patient bed. He’s here before work, dressed in a navy suit, metal rimmed glasses complement his bald head. He greets us, he’s nice. The doctor settles onto her stool and takes one foot in her hands. The government implanted chips one year ago, but he knows we’re only feet doctors so he’ll see someone else about the chip in his thigh. He’s tried to get them out but knows it’s not recommended. She laughs, he’s right. We show him the X-Rays after he tells us they’re only visible by Ultrasound and I guess he is right. She palpitates the foot after he tells her you can’t feel it to the touch. She feels nothing. He only feels it when it's on. Not now. Our treatment plan: order that ultrasound. He says thank you to all of us, to her, to me, and leaves efficiently.