I went to my podiatrist yesterday for my tri-monthly check on my diabetic feet. I had to postpone this visit when I fell and could not walk a few weeks ago.
I still am not driving because of my concussion so a dear friend took me. My doctor was once again appalled when he looked at my right foot’s x-ray. He already looks at my feet with wonder since the first x-ray.
My right foot has all the bones fused together due to an illness years ago that basically caused all the infection in my body to settle in that right foot. For a while they thought they would have to amputate it. Luckily for me, they did not, but the bones did fuse together.
Anyway, back to the blog news. I now have two bones broken in my right foot that have started healing incorrectly. Instead of a cast he thought wrapping it tightly might prevent this since the bones are the two toe bones next to the big toe. A cast might not fix it.
So, I am wrapped up and forbidden to walk like I was trying to do a couple of days ago. Let me tell you, if you do not already know me that well, I will literally be in an awful place for the next month with no activity except sitting with my foot wrapped and propped up.
I once wanted to have a large house with three friends who could take care of each other. You know, one who was good in finance, one who was a nurse, and one who was a frugal shopper. Well, I do not have that house, but I live in a senior apartment complex where I have neighbors and friends who are retired from all kinds of professions and fit "the bill." I got my wish!
And in a month when I go to the doctor again, I hope I will be totally mended and returning to my life again, such as it is at 71. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please.