JoKalsbeek
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- Type of diabetes
- I reversed my Type 2
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Hey folks,
Something's been bugging me since last week, and I can't seem to decide on how to feel about it. What do you think, yea or nay?
Basically, I have spent my life having difficult feet, and avoiding medical care. When I was in my early twenties, I hobbled around on an infected ingrown toenail for three years before seeking help. (It had happened before then, in my teens, but I always managed to pick the offending nail out eventually, after a month or so). My dad had the same toe-issues, so it's no surprise I've since had multiple surgeries for the same problem, as he had, on both big toes, and all surgeries were botched when it came to searing the wound with acid. Something always grew back, and with no nail bed, but the nail thinking there should be one... Yeah. It's been problematic. And more surgeries would just mean the same issue coming up again, and again, as it has before. So it's safe to say I'm an old hand at dealing with this, and at one point I asked a pedicure for help, because I couldn't do it anymore. Eyesight going and whatnot, as I got older. She's been amazing and has kept me on my feet for years. But, me being me, after every visit I end up with little infections which last about a week. That says everything about me, nothing about my pedicure, as it doesn't matter who I let at my feet or how many years of diabetic foot care they have under their belts: It always happens. (The first pedicure I ever saw didn't believe me, and took it personally. I've taken pictures of every red, oozing toe ever since. I do NOT appreciate being called a liar.)
So my usual pedicure lady is on hiatus due to personal reasons, and the last time we saw one another, those issues kept her head in another place while she worked on my feet, which meant a few slips here and there. I don't blame her at all, I'm not sure how she managed to open up shop at all really, but rather than the usual one-week recovery period, this time my toe went "whelp, let's see how you do when you have no-one to help you!" and it went ugly for over a month. So I got in touch with the podiatrist's practice, and they have a pedicurist who could see me and try to get my toe sorted. (Yes, I did send along a pic. The photo-reel on my phone is absolutely lovely. Blood and cats. It balances somehow.
)
She was horrified at the state of my feet... To me, they were actually pretty good, considering... But she immediately went to the diabetes thing. How long had I been diabetic? (10 years diagnosed, but long before that). Every single wound to my feet, every little nick, is a risk of amputation. I could lose my toes, my feet, more... I said my blood sugar control, bloodflow etc were excellent, no neuropathy, but she wasn't having it. I shouldn't be walking on these feet. Now, as she stuck a scalpel in she was muttering about being worried about the wound, but not able to do anything other than this at this stage, and kept going on about walking... I can't walk. Uh, yeah, after having a knife stuck in there I couldn't, had to ask my mum-in-law to pick me up and drive me home (a 1,7k walk back wasn't going to happen), but she meant all the time... She did say she couldn't absolutely forbid me to walk, but especially long distances were realistically absolutely out of the question "with your feet and diabetes". I explained I can't cycle due to joint/muscle issues, can't drive because of the AuDHD, too terrified of people to get into public transport (which in our area would mean taking 2 hours for a 10 minute drive), so walking is all I have. "But no long distances!" I asked what she considered long.
Eight, maybe ten kilometers.
Oh.
As some here know, I've been training to get my calf/ankle back to good after injury sustained in April, actually bought a treadmill and due to that, I was just hitting 10k without being laid up the next day. (I can do 10 with an ankle brace, 7 to 8 without one.). I made it to my first goal, being able to keep up with my long-distance walking in-laws during a midweek in the south of the Netherlands, and I felt I kept up pretty well, in spite of a sore toe complicating matters... No nights laying awake in pain, yay! Next goal was a fox workshop where I'd be walking about 15k on uneven terrain to photograph foxes in their natural habitat, which I haven't dared re-book yet... (Was originally supposed to happen the week my ankle first gave out). The next goal was doing an average of 15k for about 9 days straight in London in September (granted, we booked 9 days so if there was rest required, I could). I have an amazing physical therapist advising me on achieving those goals, it's not like I'm just winging it for a change. And now she says I "can't" walk long distances, or rather, would do so against her very pressing advice, because AAAAMPUUTAAAATIONNNN!!! That would mean that after decades of being too afraid to leave the house on my own, my only independant mode of transportation and hard-won, relatively recent ability to go outside these past 7 years or so, would be taken away. Might as well schackle me to the radiator. We're at the edge of our town, so the hospital, GP, pedicure, physical therapist, they're all a decent walk from here. I'd have to ask others for a drive constantly. Which feels like an over-my-dead-body situation to me.
I get infections easily. I heal slowly. That's been a fact of life for me throughout, long, long before diabetes even became an issue. I feel them though... It's not like I'll let an ulcer or something get out of hand because I can't tell it's there. Not likely to get ulcers either, as my blood flow is excellent, and these days my feet get looked after about once a month... I just get wounds during nail care, because my nails aren't shaped the way they should be, especially not after repeated surgeries. (And sometimes my cracked heels will be a bit angry, too.).
At the moment the toe is healing. I asked the GP for an antibiotic cream and that sped up the process considerably. It's still a bit sore of course, but the inflammation is visibly receding and there's no buckets of pus and blood in my shoes anymore. It's looking like it's headed in the right direction, not so different as it would look after surgery. I guess with a scalpel involved as well as a tiny little curette, and her doing much the same a doc would in the process, but without numbing, it pretty much was surgery, for all intents and purposes. Isn't it lovely when someone picks up a scalpel, pauses a moment and asks "Are you afraid of pain?". Uh, it's not my hobby, but needs must and all that...
What do you think? I'm not asking for medical advice, just, reading all this backstory, do you feel the interim-pedicurist may be overreacting and assuming all diabetics are created equal? That good blood sugar control, no neuropathy, and good blood flow count for absolutely nothing? Because she sounded like my toes were all already black and the gangrene halfway up my leg. Honestly, I've had worse toe-issues in the past, than I do now, and they're all still present and accounted for! Wriggly, crooked and ugly, but all little piggies are still there and oinking!
I desperately need to be able to walk. Not just for my physical health, but my mental one, too... But if I am so much at risk as she says I am? I do think she's over-reacting, but at the same time I don't know whether I'm just being stubborn to the point of stupidity.
Am I stupid? Or has she, in her carreer, just seen so many diabetics derail and lose feet, that she might be overly concerned in this case?
Again, not asking for medical advice, not really. Just want to know whether I'm a silly git.
Thanks!
Jo
Something's been bugging me since last week, and I can't seem to decide on how to feel about it. What do you think, yea or nay?
Basically, I have spent my life having difficult feet, and avoiding medical care. When I was in my early twenties, I hobbled around on an infected ingrown toenail for three years before seeking help. (It had happened before then, in my teens, but I always managed to pick the offending nail out eventually, after a month or so). My dad had the same toe-issues, so it's no surprise I've since had multiple surgeries for the same problem, as he had, on both big toes, and all surgeries were botched when it came to searing the wound with acid. Something always grew back, and with no nail bed, but the nail thinking there should be one... Yeah. It's been problematic. And more surgeries would just mean the same issue coming up again, and again, as it has before. So it's safe to say I'm an old hand at dealing with this, and at one point I asked a pedicure for help, because I couldn't do it anymore. Eyesight going and whatnot, as I got older. She's been amazing and has kept me on my feet for years. But, me being me, after every visit I end up with little infections which last about a week. That says everything about me, nothing about my pedicure, as it doesn't matter who I let at my feet or how many years of diabetic foot care they have under their belts: It always happens. (The first pedicure I ever saw didn't believe me, and took it personally. I've taken pictures of every red, oozing toe ever since. I do NOT appreciate being called a liar.)
So my usual pedicure lady is on hiatus due to personal reasons, and the last time we saw one another, those issues kept her head in another place while she worked on my feet, which meant a few slips here and there. I don't blame her at all, I'm not sure how she managed to open up shop at all really, but rather than the usual one-week recovery period, this time my toe went "whelp, let's see how you do when you have no-one to help you!" and it went ugly for over a month. So I got in touch with the podiatrist's practice, and they have a pedicurist who could see me and try to get my toe sorted. (Yes, I did send along a pic. The photo-reel on my phone is absolutely lovely. Blood and cats. It balances somehow.

She was horrified at the state of my feet... To me, they were actually pretty good, considering... But she immediately went to the diabetes thing. How long had I been diabetic? (10 years diagnosed, but long before that). Every single wound to my feet, every little nick, is a risk of amputation. I could lose my toes, my feet, more... I said my blood sugar control, bloodflow etc were excellent, no neuropathy, but she wasn't having it. I shouldn't be walking on these feet. Now, as she stuck a scalpel in she was muttering about being worried about the wound, but not able to do anything other than this at this stage, and kept going on about walking... I can't walk. Uh, yeah, after having a knife stuck in there I couldn't, had to ask my mum-in-law to pick me up and drive me home (a 1,7k walk back wasn't going to happen), but she meant all the time... She did say she couldn't absolutely forbid me to walk, but especially long distances were realistically absolutely out of the question "with your feet and diabetes". I explained I can't cycle due to joint/muscle issues, can't drive because of the AuDHD, too terrified of people to get into public transport (which in our area would mean taking 2 hours for a 10 minute drive), so walking is all I have. "But no long distances!" I asked what she considered long.
Eight, maybe ten kilometers.
Oh.
As some here know, I've been training to get my calf/ankle back to good after injury sustained in April, actually bought a treadmill and due to that, I was just hitting 10k without being laid up the next day. (I can do 10 with an ankle brace, 7 to 8 without one.). I made it to my first goal, being able to keep up with my long-distance walking in-laws during a midweek in the south of the Netherlands, and I felt I kept up pretty well, in spite of a sore toe complicating matters... No nights laying awake in pain, yay! Next goal was a fox workshop where I'd be walking about 15k on uneven terrain to photograph foxes in their natural habitat, which I haven't dared re-book yet... (Was originally supposed to happen the week my ankle first gave out). The next goal was doing an average of 15k for about 9 days straight in London in September (granted, we booked 9 days so if there was rest required, I could). I have an amazing physical therapist advising me on achieving those goals, it's not like I'm just winging it for a change. And now she says I "can't" walk long distances, or rather, would do so against her very pressing advice, because AAAAMPUUTAAAATIONNNN!!! That would mean that after decades of being too afraid to leave the house on my own, my only independant mode of transportation and hard-won, relatively recent ability to go outside these past 7 years or so, would be taken away. Might as well schackle me to the radiator. We're at the edge of our town, so the hospital, GP, pedicure, physical therapist, they're all a decent walk from here. I'd have to ask others for a drive constantly. Which feels like an over-my-dead-body situation to me.
I get infections easily. I heal slowly. That's been a fact of life for me throughout, long, long before diabetes even became an issue. I feel them though... It's not like I'll let an ulcer or something get out of hand because I can't tell it's there. Not likely to get ulcers either, as my blood flow is excellent, and these days my feet get looked after about once a month... I just get wounds during nail care, because my nails aren't shaped the way they should be, especially not after repeated surgeries. (And sometimes my cracked heels will be a bit angry, too.).
At the moment the toe is healing. I asked the GP for an antibiotic cream and that sped up the process considerably. It's still a bit sore of course, but the inflammation is visibly receding and there's no buckets of pus and blood in my shoes anymore. It's looking like it's headed in the right direction, not so different as it would look after surgery. I guess with a scalpel involved as well as a tiny little curette, and her doing much the same a doc would in the process, but without numbing, it pretty much was surgery, for all intents and purposes. Isn't it lovely when someone picks up a scalpel, pauses a moment and asks "Are you afraid of pain?". Uh, it's not my hobby, but needs must and all that...
What do you think? I'm not asking for medical advice, just, reading all this backstory, do you feel the interim-pedicurist may be overreacting and assuming all diabetics are created equal? That good blood sugar control, no neuropathy, and good blood flow count for absolutely nothing? Because she sounded like my toes were all already black and the gangrene halfway up my leg. Honestly, I've had worse toe-issues in the past, than I do now, and they're all still present and accounted for! Wriggly, crooked and ugly, but all little piggies are still there and oinking!
I desperately need to be able to walk. Not just for my physical health, but my mental one, too... But if I am so much at risk as she says I am? I do think she's over-reacting, but at the same time I don't know whether I'm just being stubborn to the point of stupidity.
Am I stupid? Or has she, in her carreer, just seen so many diabetics derail and lose feet, that she might be overly concerned in this case?
Again, not asking for medical advice, not really. Just want to know whether I'm a silly git.

Thanks!
Jo