I need to stop watching TLC shows …

Update.  As I am still homebound and unable to put weight on this surgically-repaired ankle, I’m trying to keep my spirits up by watching various television shows, whether they’re network, or basic cable, or streaming shows.

So far I’ve found a decent mix … but it’s been a hit-and-miss prospect.

For example, I’ve been catching up on my various Investigation Discovery shows (I didn’t know that this was the last season of Homicide Hunter: Lt. Joe Kenda, gotta go out on top), and I’ve picked up a couple of Discovery Channel shows, such as Outback Opal Hunters (it’s like Bering Sea Gold, except it’s in Australia, and they’re hunting opal) and Homestead Rescue (it’s like Bar Rescue, except the rescuers don’t yell at the people in need every ten seconds).

Then I made the mistake of turning the channel over to the TLC station.

And after watching enough episodes of Dr. Pimple Popper to make me want to heave …

I discovered a show that was even more cringe-worthy.  And in a channel whose lineup includes shows with quickie marriages, polygamy, adolescent beauty pageant winners and multiple birth families …

I discovered My Feet Are Killing Me.

My Feet Are Killing Me is one of those “you have an ailment and the blessed doctor will cure you inbetween commercials” show.  But oh man …

The show follows several other types of programs of this nature, including Dr. Pimple Popper and that Botched show on E! that I can watch for about ten seconds before changing the channel.  The patients on these shows have some of the most horrifying and debilitating foot ailments – extra toes, ginormous lesions, frightening cysts and lesions and keloids …

And the crazy thing is … once you start watching these shows, you can’t turn away from them.  I get it.  These are the kinds of shows that med students would binge-watch as study materials.  Myself, on the other hand, I’m watching these shows and thinking to myself, “what in the holy hell …”

I need to watch something else.  Maybe on A&E there’s something better …

And what pops up?  Some show called The Toe Bro.

Damn it, can’t I find something soothing and relaxing?  Isn’t Bob Ross painting some happy little trees somewhere?

Well, for now, at least I’ve got something entertaining to watch …

If by “entertaining,” I’m now totally scared to visit my orthopedist next week to check on the progress of my ankle …