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The next 10 days was spent in hospital, not being able to weight bare on my right foot as I now had a big open hole in the ball of my foot, which wasn't abled to be closed as there was no flesh there to seal it with. I had small drain pipes coming out of it too. When it was dressed for the first time, I asked to see it, I was asked over and over are you sure you want to see it as its quite nasty! Yes I replied, I was shocked. The hole was open, angry, red and very sore, it was about 8 cm long, 6 cm wide and 2.5 cm deep. I could see bones, tendons, it was horrific and i had to be kept on morphine pain relief, ironic really, as I was told the high sugar levels within my body undetected for possible 2 years with diagnosed had meant I had neuropathy of my feet but believe me, I could feel this pain!! Now the really work started. I needed to get my sugar levels under control to allow the wound to heal and for my general health. I has the support of a great diabetic nurse, Vicky. She provided me with loads of stuff to read as I had no knowledge of what I was doing or how to keep myself well with this condition. I decided to do everything in my power to help myself. I cut out all cakes, biscuits, crisps and basically anything nice, lol. Within 2 weeks my hbac1 had gone from 114, when I first went into hospital down to 74. 2 weeks later and I was down to 64 and had lost almost. 2 stone in weight. Blood glucose levels were running at between 6 & 9.vicky was pleased
The day of my op was a tense one. I had to wait until 2pm before they came to take me down. I was so scared, never been in hospital, let alone have surgery. Everyone was lovely and made me feel easier. Keith was the man who put me to sleep. He knew that I was anxious about it all and didn't want the mask, so he used my canula and i was gone. The next thing I knew was being woken up in recovery and the first thing I said was have I still got my foot..... I had!!
Hello, my name is Sam and my journey has been a quick and rocky ride. My story started on the 8th October 2016, when I was sitting in my drs consultant room with a manky foot. 2 days earlier, I had stepped on a drawing pin at work, (i work in a school with lots of little people and I'm lucky enough to love my job!) Unbeknown to me, I walked around for 2 days with the pin in the sole of my shoe and hadn't felt it. On the Friday morning, I had got up for work but was unable to put my foot to the floor thru pain and it oozing a gungy liquid. Hubby to me straight to the Drs. So here I was with the Dr looking at my foot and looking concerned, then the dreaded words came.....I think you need to go to hospital!! There was then a commotion of the Dr leaving, a Dr and nurse came in, poked and prodded my foot, then left again, then returned, then the phone calls were made. I was handed a letter to take with me and off I went to hospital.
Once at the hospital, I had a series of blood tests, x rays, ecg's and then called to see the Dr in charge of the ambulatory unit. She looked shocked when she asked me how I felt and i said fine. She replied, you really shouldn't be, your blood sugars show that they are out of control and the news was broken to me that I was type 2 diabetic!!! She looked at my ecg and said that I had a very fast heart rate and then looked at my foot. She looked horrified and said she wanted someone else to take a look. I then had podiatry looking and cleaning my foot and debriding my foot, then another Dr came who really shocked me! He took one look scratched his head and asked what I had eaten today. I replied a sandwich, his reply was you wont be having your op today but in the morning!
So I was admitted and had surgery the next day to remove the infection. I went to theater not knowing if my foot would be saved and my hubby was told if I had have left going to Drs for another 36 hours, he would have been arranging a funeral. So the start of my diabetes journey had begun.