Denial doesn’t solve anything

In my last post I mentioned I was dealing with a bone infection. Well, here’s the deal: about four months ago I picked a little bit of skin off a callous on the bottom of my right big toe. Because I’m diabetic it never healed. February brought two visits to the urgent care clinic, a visit with a podiatrist, and the accompanying rounds of antibiotics. In April, after moving here to Colorado, I engaged a new podiatrist who immediately sent me to the Advanced Wound Care Clinic.

Last Tuesday the doctor broke the news that, while the wound was healing, the bone infection was spreading. On Thursday, the toe was amputated.

I’ve been in denial about diabetes since I was diagnosed almost ten years ago. Now there’s no denying it; every time I look down at my right foot I’m reminded not only of my diabetes, but my denial. Ignoring a problem doesn’t solve anything. The progression of the disease won’t wait until I come to terms with it.

What’s done is done. Here I am, nine toes and all. Time to get to work.

I’m down two pounds from last week, weighing in at 266.5 this morning.

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No, I’m not dead

Holy cow, where do I start? Since I last posted, life has pretty much been the same. I mean, apart from packing up my life and moving to Colorado, a new job… oh, and the bone infection in my foot. So yeah, pretty standard.

I weighed in at 268.5 pounds this morning, which, honestly, isn’t all that bad, considering the complete upheaval of my life and ensuing injury that has rendered me all but immobile. The recovery for the foot injury will take another 6 weeks or so, and then I’m heading straight to the mountains for a hike.

I haven’t been on keto for more than a few days at any given time, so I’d do well to be a bit more disciplined with that.

Any who, that’s the update I’ve got for today. More to come!