My brother Charlie has a serious ulser on his left foot. He finally admitted that the ulser was on the side of his left heel and that he had developed a blister there.
A blister?
Wasn't he taking care to ensure his shoe fit well? (With no right foot, saying "shoes" is rather redundant and sentimental.)
Well, the blister had scabbed over and he picked the scab!
He picked the fucking scab? Well, that lead to an infection and that lead to him going to the emergency room in January with a serious ulser. He knows his blood sugar is way too high and also knows the threats of foot injury.
There is something very scary about my brother's leg loss. He has been a diabetic for 26 years and his blood sugar is why too damn high. (He thinks an A1C of 7.5 is normal.) I've been a diabetic for almost two years and I'm having trouble with my own blood sugar. I'm worrying that I might someday end up in the same fucked up situation as my brother.
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