Broken?

Saturday afternoon, after a sweaty mini golf tourney, I took the ferry and then subway home.  In my rush, I bolted out of the subway turnstile and ran up the 6 train steps.  I believe I made it 2 steps, well maybe 3, before …*SPLAT*.  Yep, I tripped.  Yes, I fell.  Oh I fell alright.  I fell HARD.  Splayed out on the subway steps (Ewwwww, gross, gag, ick, blech, more gagging, phewy, dirty, yucky), I pulled myself up and quickly continued onward.  I believe I told myself, “DO NOT CRY” maybe 15 times in under a minute, well that mixed with, “DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING, YOUR HANDS HAVE NYC SUBWAY STEP COOTIES”.  Without stopping, I quickly walk/limped and tried to take an assessment of my injuries.  Right knee throbbing.  Right forearm and wrist not happy.  My Daddy toes (you know, the big toes) hurt and stung and hurt some more.  The right one hurt the most but the left one was bleeding.  I turned the corner to my street and the blood was making my foot stick to my sandal.  What the…???  The blood was coming from the center of my toenail.  More grossed out by the second.  Right toe pulsating.

bloody toeI arrived home and after antibacterial washing the hell out of my hands and considering drinking Purell, I investigated.  Yep, split left Daddy toenail right in the middle.  Ewwwwww.  BUT it was the right Daddy toe and right knee that felt the worst.

Fast forward.  Today I went to my podiatrist to get my orthotics that were ready a month ago.  Apparently they tried calling a phone number I had 10 years ago.  Nice try podiatrist receptionist.  You and your potty mouth have been confirming appointments with me on my current phone number for years.  Anyway, I casually mentioned my 6 train step run turned SPLAT.

feetAfter a bunch of, “Does this hurt?” Yep!  “Can you bend here?” Ummm kinda, questions with my doc, I found myself watching a video while I waited to see my Xrays.  I learned a lot of fun foot facts at 8:30 this morning.  I now know things about arthritis, plantar facitis and the importance of diabetic foot care.  The loop had already started playing again and I was back to diabetes and foot care being a team approach when my doctor returned and started reviewing my Xrays.

toe xray

It was a sweet moment.  I sat there reviewing my Xray with my doctor and cracking jokes about all the time I’ve spent at his office.  I’ve broken toes and chipped stuff quite a few times.  I broke my foot years ago and learned 2 major things.  1. Crutches are effing HARD and 2. NYC in the winter with crutches is a really crappy place that will make you unbelievably angry.  Anyway so back to my doctor.  Nothing broken.  Toe is just a bad jam and needs time to heal.  Yippee Skippy.

This all sounds very nicey nice but there’s a bigger part to this.  I actually paid attention to that foot video.  I half expected scary diabetes stuff.  There was nothing scary, just encouraging and stressing the importance of taking care of potential foot issues quickly and the reason’s why… decreased sensation, compromised circulation, blah blah.  it wasn’t scary though.  It was about staying healthy and having a good team.

I might have a small crush on my podiatrist.  He looks like Ed Harris, is extremely quick witted and even when my foot was a broken a mess and I was threatening people who stole my cab with my crutches, he always kept me laughing.  But there’s a much bigger reason that I like him so much…  he’s a T1D too.  He’s a 50+ year T1D.  I am drawn to these 50+ers like a moth to a flame or injuries to my feet.  Bad joke, sorry.

To my podiatrist: Thank you for being part of my team.  Thank you for being a 50+ yr T1D.  Thanks for having encouraging and informative videos. You may never truly realize how just talking to you gives me hope, but it does.  Rock on, or maybe walk/run on.

My view walking back to work.  Not bad. Keep walking.

My view walking back to work. Not bad.

 

6 thoughts on “Broken?

  1. gawd, two o my worst nightmares..touching the GROUND in a NYC subway, and falling on stairs….i am so sorry. Glad it isn’t broken…and glad you still like your podiatrist. i think i saw him when i lived there 🙂 I was in DC as you know and walked miles in very comfy shoes, but my toe nails were in need of trimming, so they were constantly jammed back into my foot with every step. by the time i got to my hotel, the cuticle on both daddy toes was red and puffy…and they ached for days….and now the nail on big daddy left toe is turning black…i think i gave myself runner’s toe…..WAHHHHH

  2. Your account of the fall made me laugh. No offense of course!! I’m glad you’re alright and didn’t break anything – I broke my Daddy toe a few years ago right at the joint and that was no fun. At. All. I am particularly careful with my feet after seeing what my father went through but I honestly never go to the podiatrist unless I have a problem. Is that not as careful as I think?

    • You know Stacey, when I look back, I met my podiatrist b/c he worked one day a week at the Endo group I used to see. I saw him as a wellness check. Although he’s someone I really do like as a doctor, I haven’t been going as part of my diabetes routine, but rather because I’ve banged up my feet A LOT! I’ve broken a bunch of toes, jammed toes before (that looked awful) and of course the broken foot that seemed to last FOREVER. I’ve gone to see him for blisters and problems with orthotics too. I’ve definitely noticed structural changes in my feet as I’ve aged and I like knowing he’s checking on these things too. Even if he’s not part of my diabetic routine, I am glad I have someone who is familiar with me that I can go to and I like that he’s a fellow T1D.

  3. All the while, I’ll bet your #1 concern was “I hope I can still walk on the 29th…I’ll hop if I have to!”. I’m glad you’re OK and nothing’s broken.

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