A couple of days ago, I disobeyed one of the prime diabetic directives: Don’t. Go. Barefoot.1
As a result, I’ve an appointment with my doc tomorrow to determine whether the toe I which I inevitably stubbed with overwhelming force (so much force, indeed, that it splayed out afterwards at a 30° angle) is actually fractured or ‘merely’ sprained.
So impressed with myself just now, I can’t even put it into words.
- It’s not that diabetics are clumsier than most folks; rather, it’s that for diabetics, feet are kind of a big deal. ↩
