So, on Thursday I decided I wanted to go down by the creek and kill an hour fishing. I do this on occasion in the afternoons when I don’t have anything going on, and I find it to be a really good stress reliever for me. Afterwards, I went to Aldi’s to pick up some dinner, and as I am pushing the cart through the store, I think to myself: “Gee, my foot kind of aches…probably shouldn’t have worn flip flops today.” I continue shopping.
I drive to Mark’s work and pick him up, and then head home. I take my shoes off, not thinking about the pain in my foot because it really does just feel like I needed to take my shoes off. I go about making dinner. When everything is in the oven, I think “huh, my foot still kind of hurts.” It hurt the way a toenail that need to be cut does, so I grabbed the nail clippers and took a look at the toe in question.
The toe in question was caked in blood.
Vague panic as I cleaned it up and thought of my dead Aunt Ka. One day, before she was dead, naturally, she stepped on a nail that went straight through her shoe and into her heel. She walked around all day with that nail in her foot, completely unaware due to diabetic neuropathy. At the end of the day, she noticed her shoe was filled with blood, and went to have the nail removed. This story horrified me as a child, because I just could not fathom how you wouldn’t notice a flippin’ nail in your foot!
Welp, I too have diabetic neuropathy, so of course I didn’t notice that I had practically sliced off my middle toe. If you don’t want to know what it looked like, skip the remainder of this paragraph…ohmygod it was like a sliced hot dog. You know Beeker, from the Muppets? It looked like his MOUTH.
Anyhoo, I started panicking something fierce. I think it was shock, and some rush of chemicals to the brain, because all of a sudden, I was going a mile a minute and couldn’t sit still, my thoughts racing faster than my quick speech, and my hands shook like I was freezing. It was bizarre, and somehow, I drove myself to the WellNow to get it looked at, walking in the front door and telling the nurse at the desk that I hurt my foot. She picked up immediately that I was not in a well state, both physically or mentally, and they took me to a room where a nurse cleaned it and calmed me and then told me I would need stitches.
Still freaking out, they took me to a procedure room and the doctor came in and took a look. He told me that since I am diabetic, and since I was at the creek, and since they have no earthly idea what did this to me, he can’t stitch it because it would make for a greater risk of infection. If they closed bacteria up in there, I could lose the toe, especially being diabetic. So instead, I got some glue and some steri-strips and a tetanus shot and antibiotics. I was told to keep it dry and rest for a few days, which I did, more or less…resting has never been my strong suit. I mean, I spent all yesterday morning on my feet at my new jobby. Fortunately, there was little to no pain and I didn’t even need Tylenol when I got home.
So, yeah…I have no idea what happened. I surmise that something cut me at the creek…what, I’ve no clue. The doctor said it was a clean cut like a razor or knife, not like a rock or stick or something sharp in nature. And too big to be a fishing lure or something like that. Whatever it was, it was super sharp. But I hobble on.
Anyhoo, that’s all for today, just a tale about my toe. Happy Tuesday.