I woke up this morning to find the beginning of an ingrown toenail on the big toe of my right foot. I experienced a moment of panic and then let my husband lift the toenail and pack it with cotton. The tiny bit of pain I was experiencing quickly diminished.
So, now I'm watching this little event. My first blood sugar reading of the day was 130, which is a little high for me. By lunch time it was down to 75. I was showing no signs of fever. My temperature was a little below normal in fact. I looked at my toe a little bit ago. There is no redness. My supper blood sugar reading is 93 and my temperature is 98.3. All of this is normal.
My doctors have told me that if infection would be present I will have redness, swelling, possibly pain, fever and wacky blood sugar readings.
This is probably more information than you want to know. It just makes me feel better to write about it.
I have to get used to living life. I can't be a hypochondriac that calls the doctor in a panic with everything. I'll give it a week. If it doesn't clear up or looks worse, I'll call the wound surgeon to see if he wants to see me. (He's also a wound specialist.)
This ingrown toenail thing really baffles me. I haven't trimmed my toenails since before I went into the hospital. I did use regular clippers back then instead of the straight edge ones. There's been no problem until now. My sister was going to file them, but we decided against it. I just got the straight edge clippers yesterday and haven't used them yet. The timing is crazy. I've been praying for happy, healthy feet. This wasn't quite what I had in mind. God must be teaching me some sort of lesson.
It's always something.
CW



