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<\/a><\/p>\nLong, beautiful day, such a great parade. \u00a0Love in the air, happiness in the city, catching-up with my sister, bonding with her T1D friend. \u00a0A memorable day! \u00a0Returned home, cleaned-up and placed a new Dexcom sensor on my thigh. \u00a0The familiar pinch\/stab of the Dexcom insertion. \u00a0It wasn’t more or less pain. \u00a0Went to place the brain (transmitter) in the sensor. \u00a0WHAT IS THAT??? BLOOD! \u00a0BLOOD! \u00a0BLOOD! \u00a0Dark, thick blood. \u00a0What to do? \u00a0Get the damn transmitter in that sensor! \u00a0Little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike. \u00a0Get the transmitter in! \u00a0I’ve never made that happen so fast. \u00a0Whew? \u00a0Nope, blood coming out from AROUND\u00a0sensor. \u00a0Blood drops on carpet and floor. \u00a0The carpet AGAIN? \u00a0Really? \u00a0The carpet. \u00a0Yep, blood. \u00a0Started sensor. \u00a0Got misty. \u00a0Kinda miss wearing sensor in my arm. \u00a0Dog starts licking blood on floor. \u00a0Always disturbing.<\/p>\n
Sensor started. \u00a0Time to clean foot. \u00a0More tender but the wound was practically invisible. \u00a0Peroxide did nothing. \u00a0Pinched area around where glass penetration\/assault happened. \u00a0There must be another piece in there! \u00a0Enough pressure and it bled a bit. \u00a0Sunday Bloody Sunday. \u00a0U2 singing in my head. \u00a0I’m oh so entertaining to myself. \u00a0Kept looking (with magnifiers and body bent like a contortionist). \u00a0So, so, so careful. \u00a0Was absolutely convinced a little shard of glass was going to pop up and out. \u00a0Nope. \u00a0Cleaned-up. \u00a0Bloody leg Dexcom looked kinda ok and wasn’t hurting.<\/p>\n Calibrate Dexcom. \u00a0Bed. \u00a0Dexcom goes bananas overnight. \u00a0??? Oh how I hate that ???. \u00a0People have Dexcom bleeders that work fine. \u00a0Do they have Dexcom geysers though?<\/p>\n Wake up through the night. \u00a0Heel hurts. \u00a0Dexcom is completely wacky. \u00a04am and I’m wide awake.<\/p>\n Monday morning I begged the podiatrist to see me. \u00a0Got referral and was on my way. \u00a0I’ve written about Dr. podiatrist\u00a0before. \u00a050+ years T1D.<\/p>\n Let me repeat that. My doctor is 50+ year T1D<\/strong>.<\/p>\n I can’t get enough of him.<\/p>\n I quickly changed my mind about our bonding time when he explained the game plan for treating my foot. \u00a0No way to know if there was still glass in my foot (lead is no longer in drinking glasses so wouldn’t show up on Xray). \u00a0He was going to scrape the wound. \u00a0Sure, I’m down with pain. \u00a0“We” would know if there was glass because he’d feel it and hear it. \u00a0Ummmmm, hear it? “uhhhhh Hi, I’m glass, sorry I got stuck here in your foot. \u00a0Thanks for taking me to the parade. \u00a0Your sister really loves you.” \u00a0Ugh. \u00a0So scraping started. \u00a0I kept pulling my foot back. \u00a0He changed my position. \u00a0I agreed completely. \u00a0Yes, I AM\u00a0staying 100% still. \u00a0No, I was flinching.\u00a0 In my mind I was still. \u00a0THEN it hurt! \u00a0HOLY HELL!!! \u00a0What was he doing to my foot??? I’ll keep the glass!!! \u00a0Please keep the glass in my foot! \u00a0\u00a0Dr. podiatrist reclined me practically upside down. \u00a0Nope, just a an\u00a0upside down squirmer.<\/p>\n New plan. \u00a0Dr Podiatrist explained this would feel worse but temporarily. \u00a0Errrrrr, ok. \u00a0Numb the foot. \u00a0Yay! \u00a0Numb my foot! \u00a0Numbing will feel like fire. \u00a0Fire you say? \u00a0No, your foot will feel like it is burning inside, in the nerves. \u00a0I gave a soliliquy on my toughness. \u00a0We laughed and practiced sarcastic barbs. \u00a0Cold spray on foot? \u00a0Cold but doable. \u00a0Injection. \u00a0ACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!<\/p>\n More scraping. \u00a0I saw blood all over his gloves. \u00a0I decided to look away. \u00a0I talked about inhalable insulin and the artificial pancreas project. \u00a0I blabbed about ONE\u00a0walk and agreeing to a JDRF bike ride even though\u00a0I don’t have a bike nor a way to get to the ride.<\/p>\n And then the noise! \u00a0A metal blade sliding along glass. \u00a0GOT IT! \u00a0YAY! \u00a0Clean-up time and wound dressing. \u00a0No ocean, pool, lake, pond or puddles for 10 days. \u00a0Use all this tape and gauze and stuff. \u00a0Neosporin. \u00a010 days to heal. \u00a0UGH! \u00a0No puddles? \u00a0Wear real shoes. \u00a0Ummmmm real shoes?<\/p>\n My doctor walked me out and we kept discussing the AP study in NYC. \u00a0We talked a mile a minute. \u00a0We talked about how no matter what you do, that balance…. the balance we all dream of, is just up to so many factors. \u00a0We started listing the factors at each other and laughing. \u00a0Food. \u00a0Sleep. \u00a0STRESS (stress got 2 votes). \u00a0Exercise. \u00a0Travel. \u00a0Weather! \u00a0Exercising in changing weather conditions. \u00a0Living Life. \u00a0I said carb counting. \u00a0He said he doesn’t count carbs. \u00a0I said he must eat the same foods all the time. \u00a0He claimed no but he started listing meals and they sounded the same to me.<\/p>\n It was a fun conversation yet so poignant at the same time. \u00a0He reiterated what I<\/strong> had said when I first came in. \u00a0It looked like a nothing, little spot but it hurt, and hurting is good. \u00a0Yes, hurting IS\u00a0good.<\/strong> \u00a0FEELING is good. \u00a0It hurt, I felt it, I came in, and a minuscule piece of glass came out. \u00a0I asked again about my feet. I never completely believe him, but I always ask about the condition of my feet. \u00a0He tells me the same thing. \u00a0He doesn’t worry about MY feet. \u00a0<\/strong>There are\u00a0certain feet that\u00a0have problems. \u00a0I don’t have those feet.<\/p>\n He wears shoes in his home. \u00a0I have 2 planks on my wood floor that are chipped. \u00a0I need to wear shoes at home too. \u00a0Maybe flip flops. \u00a0But I never thought about it. \u00a0I’m careful outside. \u00a0Time to be a bit more careful inside. \u00a0Indoor shoes. \u00a0Count me in.<\/p>\n I didn’t want to leave. \u00a0My foot was numb and felt FAN-FRIGGIN-TASTIC! \u00a0I wanted to stay there all day. \u00a0I wanted to keep talking about finding inspiration. \u00a0I promised to update him on any AP news. \u00a0This would be a nice end to the story.<\/p>\n I walked out and took a pic of my bandaged foot. \u00a0I returned to my office and everyone freaked-out. \u00a0I had bled through all the dressing. \u00a0I was bleeding up the tape. \u00a0UP? \u00a0Yep. \u00a0An office mate insisted on putting huge bandaids on top of the gauze. \u00a0I looked like the Frankenstein of foot injuries. \u00a0I poo-pooed everyone until I saw all the blood that had soaked into my shoe. \u00a0I called Dr. Podiatrist. \u00a0I told him about the blood (this is where I removed the pic in this post). \u00a0He said its ok. \u00a0He said, in the business, “blood is good”. \u00a0I laughed and explained how we DEFINITELY do not say that in MY business, ever.\u00a0 So Blood is Good<\/strong>. \u00a0Strong pulse in my feet and extremities. \u00a0Strong blood flow. \u00a0My blood glucose levels were outrageously high the rest of the day after the glass\/scraping (so gross). \u00a0Good glucose levels are key in healing. \u00a0No stress there with super high BGs the rest of the day. \u00a0Blood flow promotes healing.<\/p>\n And as for the Dexcom, \u00a0It’s still in. \u00a0Looking at the foot is enough Halloween Blood Manor madness for right now. \u00a0I just took this pic. \u00a0That’s not a shadow on the side, its a blood tie-dye. \u00a0I’m going with the Dr. on this one. \u00a0Blood is good and with that, I continue to learn.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINED AN INCREDIBLY GRAPHIC IMAGE. \u00a0I MADE A DECISION TO SHOW BETTER JUDGEMENT AND REMOVED IT, HOWEVER IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH OR ARE EATING, I SUGGEST YOU READ ANY OTHER POST FROM MANY OF THE … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n