I’m going to talk about myself for a moment, because for me this is big.
Last December I was a very sick man. Doctors told me that I was “weeks” away from dying of septicemia. I spent a week in the hospital being pumped full of IV antibiotics, and most important, I lost the big and index toes on my right foot. Diabetes is a bitch, even if you do everything right, it takes you apart.
The doctor did not have enough sound flesh to cover the wound, I had a gaping hole in my foot half the size of your palm. I went through thrice weekly bandages changes, 60 days of hyperbaric treatments, Months of the wound vacuum, a literal ball and chain 24/7, yes even to bed.
Yesterday my doctor discharged the case. After 53 weeks of grind the wound is finally healed. I lost a year to this monster, not to mention two toes.
So my balance is wobbly, you need that big toe. However I’m alive to post this, I don’t have a bandage on my foot. I’m free of that particular monkey. Now to get the rest of the circus off my back.
Thank you for your time.
