After driving almost 1600 miles to arrive to arrive at my destination in South Dakota and no it is not Wakanda which Bear Claw insists. I have been here since Saturday afternoon and checked into an RV park while my apartment was finishing with some repairs and I was slowly taking loads over during the day. I suffer from venous reflux in my legs but not my feet. About three weeks ago a small blister pop it’s head up and the nursing and medical staff and of course me was thinking “Tailor’s bunion or or a bone spur on the distal 5th metatarsal” by the joint on the which skilled podiatry appropriate care would suffice. Naay, during the trip my right foot was buried to the floor, due to me hauling two trailers up and over 8 passes going East from 6000 to 8000 feet and roller coaster I 80 through Eastern Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska and of Course South Dakota as my older cruise control would not hold the speed when it dropped below 10 mph below set point.
So, the wound had opened up considerably about 2 inches long and at least a quarter inch wide with bone showing quite proudly with the added parting gift, Osteomyelitis… and it was present in goobous amounts. The doc wanted me to admitted today and while I agreed with him I had to get my trailers over to the parking lot at the apartment, arrange for the manager to feed my cat, Nora and get my bed put together and my recliner put back in one piece as I will not be dancing much with my small toe gone and a surgical wounds. I go in on Monday and will be there until Friday with no computer
I was wondering if when I am cremated I will get a lower cost as I have no tonsils, no gall bladder, no right kidney and now, no right small toe… Something to ask a an funeral director…
If it weren’t for bad luck……..reminds me of an old joke about a lost dog with only three legs, blind in one eye, broken tail, missing an ear, recently castrated and afflicted with raging case of both mange and diarrhea.
Answers to the name of “Lucky.”
Well, crap! You keep a sharp eye on that foot. Hubby damn near lost a foot over a wound like that. It took over a year for the foot to completely close up because it had to be left open for drainage and packing the cavern that was once the top of his foot and toe. Praying for you.
Damn. Gotta give you a lot of props for pushing on through. I found a nice photo of a diabetic foot ulcer at the Wikipedia page for osteomyelitis. Pretty nasty, but I’m sure your injury is worse – no bone showing in that photo. Is “goobous” a medical term?
S. Dakota, eh? Well, not a place I’d choose to live. Hope it works out well for you. Yeah, I hate winter.