Spoiler Alert: I Still Have Both Feet.

It’s not that I don’t have stuff to tell you friends. I’m not even secretly addicted to a video game(for once). I just have not had the solid time to give you all the attention you deserve. It’s no excuse really…Just remember though, if you really need a crse fix, click the sidebar for my twitter link. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t think twitter is “better” than you or anything. It’s just quicker. Kind of like you are my betrothed and twitter is just a friend with benefits. I like to plan our time together, but I can just hook up with twitter when the bar closes. But today friends, I thought I’d post to tell you I’m turning over a new leaf.

I had a little health scare last week. My feet wouldn’t warm up one night and because I was in the throes of insomnia, I forgot that the problem could be related to tramping through snow in soggy shoes for ten hours (off and on of course) for the first time in ten days. (Because friends, much of my job involves cold sogginess in the winter). I decided I must have diabetes and that my feet were going to need cut off. Now loyal readers know my issue with having stumps (or as they are more delicately known, nubbins), and are probably aware of my fear of karmic retribution. Still, I don’t think I shared the shock of my most recent realization.

Let me preface the realization by making sure that we are all on the same page. Can we all agree that there are some people in the world that are fetchers and some that are fetchees? It’s best when the fetcher and the fetchee are together (like Gill and I). (Obviously, I am the fetchee.) I’ve always believed that karma would not allow me to be in a wheel chair because it always seems like folks who are in wheelchairs are fiercely independent and like to do everything for themselves. Since I’m only grudgingly independent, I figured that karma wouldn’t punish me in that way. Then, it happened. I met a person in a wheel-chair who was a textbook example of a fetchee. Just about the time I realized we couldn’t be friends because her fetchee status trumped mine and I was not about to become her fetcher (don’t judge me friends. We all have our character limitations, I just try to be more honest about mine on here), I realized that if a fetchee like her could end up in a wheelchair, well then so could I.

So back to last Tuesday night. I kept checking my feet in the bathroom and couldn’t decide if they were dark pink from squishing them to assess for numbness or because they were starting to turn black because of impending diabetes rot. (yes, that’s a little flash of my ignorance surrounding the disease) At one point, I noticed dark spots behind both my ankles. They almost looked like bruises but didn’t hurt. I was alarmed enough to want to wake up Gill to see if he had the same dark spots. I played that tape through and realized he would just yell at me and probably wouldn’t offer the extensive examination and reassurance that I was looking for. Instead, I got up and WebMDed the problem. Turns out there really is no such thing as diabetes rot, and after a brief thrombosis scare, I figured out it was probably just cold.

Yes indeed, the incident scared me friends. I’m changing my ways for real this time. Maybe that means I’ll blog more too!


7 Responses to Spoiler Alert: I Still Have Both Feet.

  1. We are so much alike it is freaking frightening!

  2. Georgie B says:

    However, you can have poor circulation in your feet due to diabetes (I speak from experience).

    But for you, it probably was due to spending 10 hours or so in the snow.

    Welcome back.

  3. Madame Fabu says:

    Ha! Diabetes rot! Ha! I love you!

  4. lucy says:

    What size shoe? I’m fetching you snow boots, and they will be appropriately fashionable to wear with work attire. I hate that you were up in the night worried about your feet. I’m glad WebMD calmed you. Sometimes, it scares the hell out of me.

    I love you.

  5. Dexter Colt says:

    Same thing happens to me all the time. Sometimes my hands and/or feet will just continue to get numb (even in moderately cold weather). But, doc says I have good sugar and good circulation.

    Now, when that happens, I just use those chemical hand-warmer doodads. And, because of Wilford Brimley I always hear diabetes as DIA-BEET-US.

  6. crseum says:

    XO- Is it odd that I’m strangely flattered by this?
    Georgie B.- I’m trying to be back buddy, I really really am.
    Madame Fabu- I know right? Ha! Thanks for talking me down repeatedly about this. I love you!
    Lucy- Oh sunshine, you are so sweet. The bad part is I actually have nice-ish boots, I just always begin my day with incredibly unrealistic expectations about the weather and my activities. Web MD scares me sometimes too (e.g. the thrombosis)! And I love you! (hey that almost sounded like the Team America “Pearl Harbor sucked real bad, and I love you”)
    Dexter- that makes me feel strangely better especially since you just had that physical. I forgot all about wilford brimley’s diabeetus problem. I just keep referring back to my family’s clinical description of “the sugar”.

  7. buff3 says:

    Aww, sorry I am just getting to this now. I get the same scare if I pee more than 4x in a day. Sometimes if my schedule changes (work or school or other activities), and I change my peeing habits I automatically think I am diabetic and freak out. BB King is my favorite diabetes victim (and blues musician for that matter).

    Did you blog about “Bug”, because I was lookin for it. Have a great day, my friend!

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