| pwd72s |
07-10-2024 09:10 PM |
Honey, it's only a sore toe
So, June 27 our 49th anniversary. I in a hurry to get a few chores done...dragging hoses, watering flowers, setting up our usual 4 sprinklers, etc. I knew better, but in a hurry, so just slipped on a pair of tennies sans socks, despite medical advice that we diabetics really need to care for our feet.
So, wore a small patch of hide from my left big toe. almost a perfect circle on the ball, near the top..only 1/3" or so in dia. Pulled the loose hide off, patch underneath raw & bleeding. Cindy, in a panic, got on the horn to our podiatrist's office...there his girl informed us we couldn't possibly see him until near the end of July. So, being a male who should know better, I decided to treat with Neosporin & band aids. Hey, such a small wound, it'll be fine. Well, things seemed okay, so time went by, but never did completely heal. Finally, 3 days ago, at Cindy's insistence, a visit to our P.A. She was kind, telling us that I did well by paying immediate attention, didn't think it was infected, but to be safe, prescribed an oral antibiotic & sent me to the local hospital for X rays.
Later, a phone call: Check into the Albany Hospital e-room, where she had me set up with people there for more tests. Seems the Xrays looked like an infected big toe bone.
Tobra might weigh in, explaining how this is serious caca for diabetics..
Anyway.. I'll try to keep this short. Just back from 2 days in the Hospital. Two days of being prodded, poked, tested, IV bagged. ,vitals checked every hour on the hour all night long as the IV's dripped in. Four MD opinions, or predictions prior to the testing...most thinking I was about to lose a toe. But they wanted to be sure, so the tests. More blood draws and blood sugar tests than I can count. This was day one. Day two, started at 6:00 A.M I pushing the buzzer in panic, still hooked to tubes in both arms, I had to go..now! Severe and sudden case of the trots. I was lucky. Nothing hit the floor, just a ruined pair of shorts & hospital issued PJ bottoms. A very understanding RN explained that yes, aggressive antibiotics like that were the cause. She brought me a few boxes of wipes as I cleaned up. 'Nuff on that topic...other than it sure didn't take long for them to get me naked.
Next, an ultrasound given by a young blond technician scanning every vein and artery in both of my legs, seeing whether or not I had enough circulation blocking plaque to keep the antibiotics from doing their needed work on my toe. If I wasn't so scared, this could have been a turn on, because she scanned all of both legs, well ALL...from my scrotum to the tip of my toes. Then, off to the MRI....luckily just my legs in that nosy SOB...Claustrophobic I am...they'd have to knock me out to run my whole body through that. Somewhere along the line I was also given an EKG. They did cover all the bases.
By this time, Cindy had arrived...I'm still on yet another antibiotic IV..no idea how many I really had. During this time the MD's were consulting..couple of hospitalists, one surgeon, one podiatrist. A fear factor triggered when the wound specialist surgeon entered the room...she explaining what I'd done, why diabetics need to be really careful about any foot injury, and why it's important to get help right away. From her bearing & speech patterns, I'd bet a dollar to a donut she's military. Then, the good news...that ultrasound and the MRI led them to the conclusion that the earlier Xrays were wrong..that I did NOT have an infection spread to my toe's bone, so now to go home and go through a 6 week program of oral antibiotics, and damnit, be careful!
Moral..listen to your wives guys...This lucky old guy is going to sleep well tonight.
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