A Small Victory

I did it .... I did it.... I did it did it did it!!!!! My Hemoglobin A1C is now a very respectable 5.3!!!!! The standard referrence range is 4 - 7.  That means in three months I have worked my arse off and brought that number down from a scarey 11 to the 5.3.  I was shocked when I got the results. I was shooting for a least a 7, that would have made me happy and would have put me at the high end of the acceptable range. I didn't think I was going to get there but it was my goal. So when I saw my results I almost fell out of my chair. I did a little happy dance around the patio and promptly posted the results on facebook for all to see.
I did get some other news, seems my mom passed on that crappy Yugo pancrease to my little brother as well. He had his own "Diagnosis of Doom" day two weeks ago. I guess all the times that I complained that he got all moms good traits weren't all true. But he still got her long thick eyelashes and super strong, long fingernails and I will still give him a hard time about it lol!

I got another shot of good news today at my doctors appointment..... He cut my meds in half! He said since I did so well the past three months and brought my A1C down so far he wants to see if I can handle the lower dose. He was impressed and proud. He asked how I did it.... My response.... I'm strictly compliant 99.9% of the time and make sure I get in my exercise time.

I was able to fufull a craving this past weekend, I had a PANCAKE!! and it was yummy! I savored every little bite. Thanks Brandi for talking me into going and eating with me!

Yummy Stuff

Sorry it has been a while since my last post.... I was aiming to post once a week, yeah well that ain't gonna happen sorry. So all I can say is I'm gonna post when the feeling strikes, hopefully that's at least a few times a month. Spring Break has come and gone as well as a weekend away to visit my daughter who is away at college so it has been a busy few weeks. I was a little nervous going to visit my daughter since this would be the first time on a long drive going solo, almost anyway since my 12 y/o doesn't count driving wise :-)   But all went smooth and we had a great time.
There is not a lot to report about health wise and for that I am extremely thankful. Sooooo I thought I would use this post to give a shout out to some of the yummy low/no carb foods I have found since starting this new phase of my life.....

The first savory snack is Green Giant Baked Veggie Puffs Cheddar flavor



Thanks to my daughter, who found these and said I had to give them a try I now have a delicious trade for cheese puffs. I was a little skeptical at first because they are made from corn, navy beans and potatoes..... huh? beans???? But they are really flavorful and the best part is I can have 43 of them for 17 carbs and 7 g of fat. I am not going to eat 43 of them at one time so half of that for a snack is great for me.... oh yeah winner winner chicken dinner!!!

Next up is Minute Maid Light Peach Fruit Drink with Tea



I love fruit juice and was really bummed that I was going to have to drastically cut it down...well almost completely out unless my sugar is low.... in my new food routine. So when I stumbled upon this juice on one of my jaunts to the grocery store I almost danced a jig in the isle. If you buy it looking for the tea flavor you will be a wee bit let down because it is almost non-existent but that is what I like about this juice because it lets the peach flavor flow nice and strong. I can drink this all by it's lonesome, add it to a stronger tea or mix it with another juice and it is great. (psst... Minute Maid has several other "light" flavors that are just as good as the peach) Here's the carb breakdown...
one 8 oz serving has just 3 carbs!!!!!! Yes 3 see why I was so happy!

And I saved the best for last, Gold Peak Diet Tea



I am a true Southern Girl when it comes to sweet tea, I can drink it all day everyday! The stronger, the sweeter the better, that was until Dooms Day. I was in despair when I thought I was going to have to give up my tea, sure I could use Splenda but it's just not the same. Not that I don't like Splenda but the after taste is kinda yucky sometimes. Then one day I happened to go into a Cefco (local gas station) and didn't want a diet soda or water.....again..... so I was checking out the tea to see what was available and saw the Gold Peak Tea and said why not give it a try, I am SOOOOOO glad I did. Now it will never replace Bushes or homemade tea but it is the next best thing. I buy two jugs, they are not very big don't judge me lol, every week when I go grocery shopping. My family knows those are mom's so don't touch or suffer her wrath hahaha.
If  your adventurous you might want to give one of the items I mentioned a try. If you do feel free to let me know how you liked it.

I am hoping to grow some veggies this summer. I think I might need to get started on that project real soon if I want to be serious about it but our weather just has not been very cooperative since it was down in the 30's again last night, not ideal for planting. But if I do get that up and going I'll post on how that project is panning out.
Until then enjoy Spring, it starts tomorrow!

Weathering my first storm

I made it through my first illness as a diabetic like a champ... battered and sore but the winner of the match! The last week or so at work has been kinda rough with a stomach bug going around not only with the kiddos but the staff as well. I do my best to keep my hands clean but with a broken thermometer I have been having to use "mommy hands" to see if the kiddos feel warm before making calls home so I was just waiting to see if the bug was going to get me. I also thought I jinxed myself when I told a co-worker it had been forever since I had been sick.... should have kept my big mouth shut!! But it was not the stomach bug that got me!! Let me just say that Whataburger and I will NOT be friends for a looonngg time after Saturday night/Sunday morning! I woke up with that yuck feeling about 2:30 A.M. and thought "Oh No I don't wanna be sick". But I was also thinking "I wonder what my blood sugar is?" so I checked and it was 80...all good there, let the "fun" begin. Through out the the whole episode my highest reading was 158, Thank You God! I don't know if I was more afraid that I would not stop getting sick or that my BS would shoot up. I hear horror stories from my friend at work with diabetes about how his numbers get into the 600's and I knew I couldn't handle that but God heard me and kept me where I needed to be. About 8 A.M. I got in touch with a friend (My Hero!) and was able to get some meds. to stop the nausea and help me sleep, and sleep I did, until 5 P.M. then I was in and out until 10 P.M. when it was lights out again until 6:30 A.M when I got the kid and hubby up and out the door then back in bed until 10 A.M.......that's a lot of sleep folks. And I still felt exhausted which made the hubby nervous. I had to assure him several times that my blood sugar was fine and no I didn't need to go the hospital or call the doctor. He was very caring during this whole time (except when he said it smelled bad in my room.... no sh*t I was sick, sickness stinks) Anyway I feel a little better today although my muscles hurt like I really did fight a boxing match and the little broken vessels in my face (currently semi cover by make up) makes me look like I am flushed..... lovely look really.... not, but I can say with confidence I never had a high blood sugar yippee!!

You have diabetes.... but your not "fat"

Thank you so much for that ummmm...compliment. A very well meaning co-worker came to me and said "Hey I saw all your posts on facebook and at first I seriously thought you were joking about the diabetes thing, but your serious aren't you?" Well yeah I am. She was so funny and I was surprised that of all people she would be the one to ask since she has personal experience with diabetes. I had to explain the difference between type 1 and type 2 so she could understand how it is I was diagnosed. Since I don't look like the typical picture of bad health she didn't believe me at first. Also, I don't fit in the norm of getting diabetes as a child (which is a type 1 usually) nor am I a 65 year old grandparent. And let me digress on that topic for a whole minute... Dear advertising executives, companies and agencies.....NOT ALL DIABETICS ARE OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a matter of fact A LOT of diabetics are young, as in children, teens and twenty somethings (and those like me that are in our 40's but act younger hehehe). So why are diabetic ads and commercials almost exclusively geared to the elderly? Come on move into this century people!! OK I'll get off my soapbox now....
 I am "fluffy" although I say fat all the time. I have lost 21 pounds since October and have 19 to go to meet my first goal. Once I reach that I will decide if I am comfortable with myself or not. If the answer is no then I will set a new goal and go from there. I think those doctor guidelines are foolish... for me at least, I am never going to weigh 128 lbs. nor do I want to really. I just want to be comfortable in my own skin and for my diabetes to be under control. And those are goals that I can and will reach.

I can still have it silly....

It's funny what a 12 year old takes away from a conversation about food. When all of this started I had a frank discussion with my son about the basics..."OK dude, if mom is asleep and YOU CAN'T WAKE ME UP, call 911 then your Tia/uncle since they live 2 minutes down the road, then call your dad... got it?" He says he's got it. I also explain that I won't be able to eat some of the same things he does and that it does not mean he has to change his eating habits necessarily but that he could stand to be a little more adventurous with me. His smirk to that might as well have been him saying "yeah right mom!"  He was witness to the famous Spaghetti Meltdown.... see post Save the Spaghetti.... and my occasional frustration about what to eat when I don't feel like cooking a meal and we have a fend for yourself night. 
Ihop is going to drive me insane!!! I will be glad when their all you can eat pancake special is over!!! I want pancakes, not the healthy for you kind I can find a recipe on pinterest for, that I could have with sugar free syrup, NO I want the huge fluffy, buttery, drowned in sticky sweet syrup pancakes that you can only get at Ihop!! Not only do I want the pancakes but I want the crispy golden hash browns and scrambled eggs that go with them!!.... are you hungry yet because my mouth is watering even as I sit here typing this. My tummy is even joining in on the act with a little growl. With that said, here is what my son took away from the conversation I had with him about what I could eat and what would be better for me to avoid.....
"Mom, you can't have the pancakes but you can have all the other stuff you want." Me- "Why can't I have the pancakes?" Son- "Cause the syrup has carbs in the sugar" Me- "Only the syrup?" Son- "Yup, see I was listening when you were talking"......I love that kid, if there were only carbs in the syrup I would eat a giant stack of those pancakes without the syrup, and have those hash brown with not a care in the world!!!!! So it seems I need to do a little more education with him. I can still have those things, just in moderation. Even if I am very strict on myself.

Unexpected Perk

I have worn glasses or contacts since I was a freshmen in high school.... I had my 20th reunion in 2011, you do the math on how many years I have needed corrected vision. Two summers ago my family along with my brother's family went on a day trip to a Krause Springs, a spring feed swimming pool, waterfall and campground. I decided not to wear my contacts because I didn't want the hassle if I got water in my eyes or if they started to get dry, if you wear contacts you know the drill. Off we go, with me driving my family and not thinking a thing of it until we are on the way home and I made the comment to my husband that dang I could see pretty good with out my contacts. He however was a little worried since I was once again driving.... our brand new truck hahaha. Fast forward to this past September, and all that time I went with out my contacts. I thought "Hey maybe my 'older' eyes aren't so bad".... maybe I should have been wondering why but nope I didn't. Then September rolled around and my vision took a nose dive and I thought well I guess the honeymoon is over and I made an appointment for my eye doctor about the same time I did for my regular doctor. Funny how that all worked out. After getting the diagnosis I called my eye doctor back and talked to him. He is wonderful, he had me come in for a follow up with him to take a closer look at a few things. My eyesight went from negative lenses to positive, way positive. My vision has been on a roller coaster with all of this.  Things seem to have leveled out for now and guess what.... NO GLASSES!!! My vision was passing with out needing correction. So I will take this perk and be happy with it! And I want to give a shout out to Dr. Michael Moses because he has been great to me through all of this and he has not charged me a single penny for the last three visits, since he just calls the "follow ups", I feel like I owe him so much.

Support Group, to go or not to go.... that is the question

Here is my dilemma... I'm not a "Hi my name is Wendi and I just found out I have type 2 diabetes blah blah blah" kinda person. I'm not big into sharing with strangers, face to face anyway. Let me paint you a picture of what I see in my head as the support group for diabetes.... a group of old people, mostly grandma's talking about bingo and their grand kids. NO THANKS! I still consider myself on the younger side.... I like to drink wine, I listen to Miranda Lambert, Five Finger Death Punch, Justin Timberlake....a wide range of musical taste I know, just no hip hop crap (no offense to those that like it) .... and I'm not looking forward to grand kids for many more years thank you very much.
However...... I know they do some fun stuff at the meetings, like share recipes for diabetics, have desserts that are diabetic friendly and have guest speakers on numerous topics that deal with the one thing we all would have in common.....Diabetes. Oh and they have freebies and give aways, who doesn't like free stuff right?!
It would be nice to get some one on one advice from people that have been dealing with this longer than i have on things like.... what kind of allergy medication can you take, or upset tummy... what's good for that that we can take cause I'm freaking clueless. I never thought I would have to worry about those types of things.
So what to do what to do...... It would be nice if there was a support group for "younger" women with this but if there is I sure can't find one. I guess no one can advertise it that way because you don't want to discriminate against the old blue hairs.... sorry meant granny's out there.
I'll you know if I attend a meeting..... until then I'll just keep hogging the internet for all my information.
Oh and bugging my one and only friend at work that has it, sorry dude but your my information guru for now.....lol

Am I annoying you?.....

I have been on information overload since the diagnosis of doom.... I guess I really need to stop calling it that since it has not lead to my downfall huh?...  Mostly when it comes to the foods I can eat and those I should avoid, you know all the tasty ones. It is vital to my health to know how many carbohydrates I am shoveling into my mouth any time I eat. Like did you know that a cucumber has carbohydrates if you eat the peel but not if you take the peel off????....Since I am not insulin dependant (thank you dear Lord) and do not want to be, I want to keep firm control over my blood glucose as well. Both of these things go hand in hand, to many carbohydrates can lead to high blood glucose to put it simply. This leads to the possibly annoying part.... I seem to spout carbohydrate information or food facts to everyone all the time. I feel like the guy friend that just bought a new sports car and wants to show it off and give you all the details on it, or the girl friend that just got killer new boots at an awesome price and she wears them with EVERYTHING from jeans to skirts to shorts even if she looks silly.  Like any person with something new in their life it consumes them for a time and in turn becomes "the talk" for those around them. I just hope I'm not really annoying anyone with it. I share when I have good blood glucose days, or I lose a pound or two, or when I try a new recipe that actually turned out good. I talk about it to help myself remember these things and well because it has become a new constant in my life so it will always be a topic of conversation, maybe not everyday but certainly on occasion. I wish there were others around I could annoy with it.... ever since "the day" (better than diagnosis of doom??) there has been one person I wish I could talk to, my mom,  Mary (Suzie) Suzanne Williams. As a child your mom was the person you ran to when you were scared and needed comfort, how I wanted that after I got the news. This is not to say that I did not get love and support from my husband and the rest of my family because I did, they were all wonderful. But it would have been great to find comfort in the strength of mom's embrace......oh heck that got sappy didn't it....sorry about that.
Any who.... if I have annoyed anyone, get over it cause it won't be last time, hehehe

Save the Spaghetti!!

I LOVE SPAGHETTI SQUASH!! It was yummy! Thank you to my sister-in-law.... I am so glad I listened to you and tried the squash (I forgive you for recomminding the nasty pasta the first go round).... and my daughter for cooking the squash. I had the best spaghetti... ever I think... the other night!! If you read the realllyyy long first post (sorry about that) then you know I had a little girl hissy fit over the last pot of spaghetti to grace my eating table. I was a bit anxious the whole day as I knew I did not want a repeat of the last debacle. But the sauce came out nice and thick and the squash tasted divine. My spaghetti fears were all for not. And I am sure by the end of the night my family was tired of hearing me say "I LOVE SPAGHETTI SQUASH!" I was able to freeze 2 servings of it and had one a few nights later with alfredo and veggies on top and it was divine as well. I don't think I will even miss regular pasta noodle in those two dishes anymore.
One of the things that has been really hard over the last couple of weeks is getting a handle on my grazing. I come from a long line of grazers and have bred grazers myself. Being on Christmas break was rough....and not because of the sweets that most people think of at this time of year. Oh we usually have our share of them but this year we were good, only a few loaves of banana bread (most of which went home with others or in the trash because it didn't get eat, gasp), cookies (only one kind this year) and the always delish cream cheese brownie cupcakes (only one batch). But our true weakness is snacks of the salty varity....chips and salsa, cheez its, doritos, sour cream lays.... you get the picute... and boy can we graze on those salty niblets of goodness. My son can down a whole box of cheez its in one sitting and still want more. I had to catch myself a few times and say nope you can't have that.... or I would only eat one in my weaker moments because just getting that tiny taste took away the craving I had thankfully.
I now look at things from a different angle of not just how what I do affects me and my life but how my choices affect me and my family because I want to be healthy and strong for them as well as myself. I see less dirt road under my feet each day, and more of the "real" road ahead, but I know I still have a ways to get there.

Finding a way to make it fit..... diabetes that is

 

I’m starting this on the advice of a friend…..

Finding a way to make it fit

Diabetes that is, into my life not my life to Diabetes. That was the light bulb turning on advice I was given by the diabetes educator. She said to make diabetes fit into my life not change my life to fit diabetes, which was what I had started to do after the diagnosis of doom.

It has been a month and some change since the “diagnosis of doom” that came out of the blue…. But not really when I look back on it. Here is some backstory, I have hypothyroidism , I’ve had it since the birth of my daughter 21 years ago. So I know a thing or two about how my body feels when my thyroid is out of whack. Over the summer I started with the hair loss… enough to make a wig… super dry skin, feeling sluggish and tired ALL THE TIME, and the weight gain was nagging me. I was a smoker… I know shame on me, so I stopped which in turn meant I stopped chewing so much gum which lead to dry mouth I thought from my thyroid medication which meant I was drinking more, mostly water, so I was using the restroom more….. Ect. Ect. Ect. All of which like I said I thought was due to my thyroid. Diabetes did not even cross my mind.

So in September I make an appointment with the doctor thinking we will get the results, the TSH will be a little high, we will adjust my medication and bam we’re all good. Not so lucky… my TSH is 17.9, accepted range for normal is 0.3 to 3.5…. see the problem…. Mine was 5 times what it should be. So the doc ups my prescription, says come back in two months so we can see what your level is at, have a good day and adios. Fast forward to November 14, time for my fasting lab before the follow up appointment; things seem to go as usual, leave some blood with the lab vamps, head to work, normal day. Then I get a call from a nurse asking if I can come back for a re-draw, seems my blood sugar was high… sure I can do that :/ I go back when I get off work, have the blood drawn and find out my BS was a whopping 435 for the first drawn. Holy cow!!! Now because I had diabetes when I was pregnant with my daughter… yes the same one that whacked out my thyroid… and because I am a CNA and have worked with students with diabetes, I know that BS is way to high…. Not put you in the hospital high but to high for me. So I am freaking out in the lab at the clinic. I wrangle myself in and figure “oh this is a mistake… what the heck did I eat that threw the test off so much???...” I also find out that my thyroid had not gotten any better, it had gotten worse in fact. Anyhow… I go home worry that maybe all those symptoms were not just my thyroid but…… do I dare think it…. Diabetes?? … No, not me. I gained weight, oh wait I had been losing a few pounds… like 15… in the last few weeks. OH CRAP ON A CRACKER, I had diabetes!!!!! I knew it in back of my mind before I got the confirmation the next day.

“Diagnosis of Doom” day, November 15, 2013. I anxiously awaited a call from my doctor to tell/confirm the news. I waited…. And waited…. And waited, when noon rolled around and I had not heard from the doctor or a nurse I started calling, and got nowhere. So I took matters into my own hands. I have a friend at work that has diabetes and I knew he had a glucometer with him. I wanted to know what my BS was before I ate anything….476…. SAY WHAT? That was all the confirmation I needed I now knew without a doubt that it was true…. Diabetes and I were about to become the best of buds. But I still needed the doctor to confirm this for me. The exact timeline of calls and events has already become fuzzy but for the sake of my story I’ll say that I got nowhere with my clinic, my stress and frustration went to the moon and I ended up going to my sister-in-law Brandi and best friend Jennifer’s clinic in Temple to see a wonderful PA, Mr. Parker, who confirmed it for me. He was so nice and compassionate that it wasn’t the death blow I thought it should be….. if you had been witness to the snot pouring, face puffing, ugly girl crying that had ensued before my leaving work… yes work… you would understand that I thought it was going to be the end of the world when I got the news. I did not accept this with open arms. I tried to explain it away and deny it. “Oh my thyroid is wayyyyy off so it has affected my BS, and I’m taking antibiotics and that can raise your BS… right???” But Mr. Parker just smiled and said no I’m sorry, but you will be ok. He kindly gave me a glucometer, a prescription and told me to follow up with my doctor ASAP. I was on my way home when I got a call from MY doctor’s office saying “oh hey the doctor has sent in a prescription for diabetes medication to your pharmacy and upped your thyroid medication too. And you need to keep your appointment NEXT week” Needless to say I AM NOT HAPPY with my clinic at this point and I rectify that when I see the doctor the following week.

I like to be a compliant person in a lot of things… my health now being a must. That being said I put the iron fist on my carb intake because to many carbs leads to high blood sugar in my life now. BOO!!! I LOVE CARBS, carbs of all kinds and flavors… pasta, rice, fruit, pasta, bread, chips, pasta, crackers, the occasional cookie or scoop of ice cream… did I mention pasta? The reason I mention pasta is because it is the lead character in my first emotional melt down. My 21 year old is away at college and had called to chit chat on a Saturday afternoon, the topic of my birthday came up and what kind of cake I could/would want to have. The thought was slightly depressing but we moved on to other topics, like Thanksgiving dinner which is right around the corner and that her Tia and I had to go grocery shopping for the feast. While shopping with my sister in law points out some very low carb noodles in the produce section. Oh heck yeah noodles!! Pasta!! I am so having spaghetti the next day. So I make sauce the next morning (minus the tomato paste which makes a difference and add to the disaster) and put it in the crock pot to slow cook the day away. I decide to made “cloud bread” should be called crap bread cause it was awful! I think it was my fault it came out so bad but still it was yuck and did not help the melt down at all. Dinner time rolls around and I cut open the bag of noodles (that is packed in water I need to point out) and this horrendous odor slaps me in the face. It smells like some type of fish. I don’t do fish unless it is the tuna loaded with mayo, onion and relish kind. But back to the fishy pasta…. I now have my doubts about it but am determined to try it so I cook it up, serve it and sit down with the hubby and Bean; both of whom have wonderfully beautiful regular pasta and ooey, gooey cheese bread. …. And take a bite of the worst thing on earth and proceed to burst into the ugly girl crys!!! My guys are stunned into silence. Where once their forks were happily clinking away now there is a void of noise, I think the TV even went mute at my outburst. I hear my hubby ask what’s wrong to which I rather loudly respond that “I AM MAD, DAMN IT I’M JUST MAD!!!!” He asks if I am mad at him and conversation goes something like this…

“NO I’M NOT MAD AT YOU I’M JUST MAD I’M MAD CAUSE THIS PASTA TASTES LIKE SHIT AND I WANNA EAT REGULAR PASTA AND IF I WANNA EAT REGULAR PASTA I SHOULD BE ABLE TO EAT REGULAR PASTA AND IF I WANNA EAT REGULAR RICE I SHOULD BE ABLE TO AND IF I WANNA EAT….( insert any number of carb heavy items here) I SHOULD BE ABLE TO BUT I CANT AND THAT PISSES ME OFF SO IM JUST MAD!!!” My wonderful son says “Mom just eat it so you’ll be happy”, awwww if only it were so easy my child. To the credit of my hubby he just said we will figure it all out and if I want it to have some, just a little, but to have it. I was not ready to be placated and shoved my plate away and cried some more, a little quitter this time so they could finish eating. Then I grabbed a piece of that cheesy bread and that was my dinner that night!! I felt better somewhat after that and feel a little better each time I tell that nugget of madness. Kind of like saying out loud that I’m mad makes it ok to be mad, because it is ok to feel that way. Life as I had lived it before came to a screeching halt on November 15 and I have to find that new road to travel, right now it feels like a dirt road that gets rained on every other day so it keeps changing on me, but I can see the asphalt ahead I just need to get to and through the gravel first.

Ms. Pyatt, the diabetes educator at my clinic, threw me the life preserver I needed but was denying myself. She gave me two pieces of advice that saved my sanity. One is at the start of this story, She said to make diabetes fit into my life not change my life to fit diabetes and the other is that I needed to loosen the iron grip I had on my carbs because I was eating to few and that was causing a problem its self. We went over portions and good carbs, how many carbs I should have a day…between 160 and 180…huh? I said that’s to much but she broke it down and we agreed that I would get at least 150, a number I was comfortable with and try for more since I had only been eating 85 to maybe 105 carbs since diagnosis of doom day. Ms. Pyatt was kind and helpful in so many ways. She eased my fears and helped me understand that it’s ok to eat all the things I did before, as long as it’s no bigger than a tennis ball.  So I’m gonna eat that pasta that I bawled over and enjoy every savory noodle when I do.

Shoes to ponder

Athletic shoes, or tennis shoes as I call them, whoever really gave stitching and structure much thought?? Certainly not me, until I bought a new pair. I happily spent a half hour looking over the selection and trying on a few until I found one that I liked the color of and the fit seemed good in the store. I make my purchase and head home. The next morning I put on my purdy new tennis shoes before work and walk downstairs to finish my morning routine. That’s when it starts, I can feel a problem with the shoes. There is a seam that is rubbing and I know that’s not good. So I guess my shoes have to go back to the store…. And this makes me mad because I shouldn’t have to worry about a seam rubbing my foot. But I do because of the result a blister could cause….. like the loss of a foot… no thank you! And here is another of those changes in the road again.

The reason I will be a freak about blisters on my feet is justified by this, I have seen an amputation come as a result of a blister. My ex father-in-law was diabetic when I first met him in 1987. He got a blister on the bottom of his foot in 1992 from a pair of shoes. Now let me say that noncompliant should have been his middle name. So he in no way helped himself out of a bad situation. He did not go to the doctor to take care of it, and the wife did the best she could. The blister seemed to get better but what happened was the infection went into the bone and by the time he relented and was seen by a doctor he lost that leg from just below the knee down. He is now compliant but complication just pile up and I don’t want that in my future. So no shoes that cause blisters!!