- Messages
- 112
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Other
Firstly I stress, this is not a gushing wound. It’s a slow small ooze, its just the fact it hasn’t stopped I’m getting concerned about.
I stupidly accidentally sliced part of the pad of my index finger off. After it hadn’t stopped bleeding after 30 minutes compression I called my GP and made an appointment to go in, was still bleeding by the time the doctor on roster (not my usual doctor and the one who’s managing my type 2 diabetes and depression) saw me. Not gushing, just a steady drip.
The doctor burned some of the wound with a silver nitrate stick which was pretty agonising, but said he wasn’t able to stop the bleeding that way. I asked him to at least tape it up and he said no there wasn’t any point as it was still bleeding too much. He said to go home and just keep compressing it with paper towel until it clotted and come back early in the morning for a nurse to tape up, I made an appointment for 8.30.
He asked me how I cut it and found it pretty funny when I replied I had been cutting meat for my cats. Think he laughed because I look like such a stereotypical “pathetic early middle aged single tragic cat lady”.
He also quizzed me about my diabetes which I wasn’t expecting, said it “wasn’t looking good” and to expect to have to go on medication very soon. I replied if that’s the case then my suicide plan may get fast tracked, as from all I’ve read if you’re not able to manage without medication or insulin that’s when deterioration seems statistically inevitable, and I’m not going to struggle and suffer alone with complications like amputations, blindness and kidney failure, I’m ending things on my own terms if all I’ve got to look forward to is that misery. My regular GP knows all this.
I know diabetics are more prone to wound infections resulting in amputations. I’m kind of worried that as my doctor wouldn’t professionally sterilise and tape up the cut, down the track I’m going to get an infection and lose the finger. Given my job is as a typist and I’m not qualified to do anything else, yes I am going to kill myself if I have to lose a finger.
Anyway I went home, compressed and after about an hour the drip seemed to slow and stop, and it was just oozing very slightly. So I wrapped up in band aids and got on with the day. A couple of hours later I noticed the tip of the band aid covered finger was a bit damp, peeled the first band aid off and it had soaked through. Bleeding was at a slow ooze.
Compressed for about 40 minutes and it seemed to stop again, put more band aids on. Same thing happened. And again.
To cut a long story short (pun intended because you have to laugh or you’ll scream until you’re insane) it’s after 2 am now and the cut hasn’t stopped oozing blood by itself and I can’t stop crying because trust me to do something stupid like slice the pad of my finger off and trust my body to do something stupid like be still oozing blood 14 hours later.
I’ve been able to test my blood heaps of times, it’s fluctuated between a 6 and high 9’s. All I’ve eaten in the last 48 hours has been ground beef and a small amount of zucchini so it’s NOT a carb overload, it’s stress and the fact my body is clearly just terrible at controlling my blood sugar.
If I go to sleep I’m not going to able to keep compressing and will ooze blood and make a mess.
I only have to wait another six hours until my nurses appointment where they will hopefully be able to tape it up like the doctor didn’t want to yesterday.
I am NOT going to the emergency ward for a cut finger that’s just oozing blood. Obviously if it was a serious injury I’d have done that hours ago. And I’m worried that if I do, when I disclose my diabetes they’ll say it’s only bleeding because of that and not do anything about it.
Is the diabetes causing the cut to keep oozing? Does glucose make your blood thinner or change the consistency?
Don’t worry, I am very cognisant of the irony of a diabetic with a cut finger that won’t stop bleeding. I’ve been having recurring dreams about cutting myself and dumping all my sugary useless blood down a drain. Trying not to listen to the voice in my head telling me maybe this persistent little cut is a hint from the universe to maybe go run a warm bath, get the knife and finish the job.
I stupidly accidentally sliced part of the pad of my index finger off. After it hadn’t stopped bleeding after 30 minutes compression I called my GP and made an appointment to go in, was still bleeding by the time the doctor on roster (not my usual doctor and the one who’s managing my type 2 diabetes and depression) saw me. Not gushing, just a steady drip.
The doctor burned some of the wound with a silver nitrate stick which was pretty agonising, but said he wasn’t able to stop the bleeding that way. I asked him to at least tape it up and he said no there wasn’t any point as it was still bleeding too much. He said to go home and just keep compressing it with paper towel until it clotted and come back early in the morning for a nurse to tape up, I made an appointment for 8.30.
He asked me how I cut it and found it pretty funny when I replied I had been cutting meat for my cats. Think he laughed because I look like such a stereotypical “pathetic early middle aged single tragic cat lady”.
He also quizzed me about my diabetes which I wasn’t expecting, said it “wasn’t looking good” and to expect to have to go on medication very soon. I replied if that’s the case then my suicide plan may get fast tracked, as from all I’ve read if you’re not able to manage without medication or insulin that’s when deterioration seems statistically inevitable, and I’m not going to struggle and suffer alone with complications like amputations, blindness and kidney failure, I’m ending things on my own terms if all I’ve got to look forward to is that misery. My regular GP knows all this.
I know diabetics are more prone to wound infections resulting in amputations. I’m kind of worried that as my doctor wouldn’t professionally sterilise and tape up the cut, down the track I’m going to get an infection and lose the finger. Given my job is as a typist and I’m not qualified to do anything else, yes I am going to kill myself if I have to lose a finger.
Anyway I went home, compressed and after about an hour the drip seemed to slow and stop, and it was just oozing very slightly. So I wrapped up in band aids and got on with the day. A couple of hours later I noticed the tip of the band aid covered finger was a bit damp, peeled the first band aid off and it had soaked through. Bleeding was at a slow ooze.
Compressed for about 40 minutes and it seemed to stop again, put more band aids on. Same thing happened. And again.
To cut a long story short (pun intended because you have to laugh or you’ll scream until you’re insane) it’s after 2 am now and the cut hasn’t stopped oozing blood by itself and I can’t stop crying because trust me to do something stupid like slice the pad of my finger off and trust my body to do something stupid like be still oozing blood 14 hours later.
I’ve been able to test my blood heaps of times, it’s fluctuated between a 6 and high 9’s. All I’ve eaten in the last 48 hours has been ground beef and a small amount of zucchini so it’s NOT a carb overload, it’s stress and the fact my body is clearly just terrible at controlling my blood sugar.
If I go to sleep I’m not going to able to keep compressing and will ooze blood and make a mess.
I only have to wait another six hours until my nurses appointment where they will hopefully be able to tape it up like the doctor didn’t want to yesterday.
I am NOT going to the emergency ward for a cut finger that’s just oozing blood. Obviously if it was a serious injury I’d have done that hours ago. And I’m worried that if I do, when I disclose my diabetes they’ll say it’s only bleeding because of that and not do anything about it.
Is the diabetes causing the cut to keep oozing? Does glucose make your blood thinner or change the consistency?
Don’t worry, I am very cognisant of the irony of a diabetic with a cut finger that won’t stop bleeding. I’ve been having recurring dreams about cutting myself and dumping all my sugary useless blood down a drain. Trying not to listen to the voice in my head telling me maybe this persistent little cut is a hint from the universe to maybe go run a warm bath, get the knife and finish the job.
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