Warning—if you have a weak tummy you may not want to read this.
Yesterday afternoon Don came home and immediately started getting ready for a shower. That’s not his norm. He usually works on something until late in the afternoon. He said his foot was hurting like hell. I went outside to transplant the newest tomato plants into a larger bucket.
When I came inside, he was lying on the sofa with a paper towel covering the bottom of his left foot. He’s had a thick callous on that foot for months and when he was diagnosed with diabetes, I stopped him from trimming the callous with his knife. He’s been using a pumice stone since then.
I was suspicious about the paper towel so I asked if he had been trimming it again and he admitted that he had and that he had drawn some “clear, pinkish fluid” from it. I washed up and took a look. There was an open area about the size of the shaft of a nail under the skin. I pulled the skin back that he had cut and what came out was not clear….it was pus tinged with blood. NOT GOOD!!!! He also had a streak running from the opening up his foot to just about the ankle.
I didn’t know whether or not I should be angry about it because if he hadn’t done what he did….we might not have known he had an infection for quite a while.
To the walk in clinic we went because this was not something I was going to allow to wait until business hours this morning and before we signed in, the doc said we should go instead to the ER.
X-rays were done of the foot to make sure a foreign body was not the cause of the problem and that wasn’t it. The doc rinsed it out with saline and took a culture, cleaned it with betadine and probed to see if there was tunneling. There was an opening about the size of a quarter so he packed it with gauze, applied antibiotic ointment and covered it with a large bandaid.
During the wait, Don developed fever and chills. We left with an Rx for an antibiotic, orders to stay off the foot, and a recommendation to see a podiatrist. I made that appointment this morning. The doc I really wanted him to see is out of town until the 14th so we had to go with one who could get him in Monday.
He’s already bored silly and who knows how long this non-weight bearing will last. That depends on well the wound heals and how quickly.
I’ll pull the packing out tomorrow. He isn’t going to like that because the doc didn’t moisten it with saline so it’s probably going to be stuck.
At least I have lots of experience with wound care so I can take care of all that for him.