So then. My feet are doing pretty well. The big toe on my left foot is somewhat calloused, and really I should get one of those cool little scraper whatsits (another word for the increasingly mad spellchecker to assimilate) to keep the blighter in check.
Of course the main issue I have is ingrown toenails. Both of my big toes are prone to ingrown nails, and it's been a constant struggle over the years, a personal foot jihad if you will, to keep those suckers in line. Apparently it's caused by a fungal infection under the nail, but here's the thing. I've had both nails completely removed, twice, and chemically treated; salted like Carthage so that they remain a lifeless, blasted wasteland unto the end of days, and STILL THEY RETURN. Truly I am plagued by some kind of foot demon.
The other interesting thing about my feet, is that they have, over the last few years, taken up a new role other than hoofing me up and down steep hills, and that's as an early warning system for things going CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG with my diabetes control. For all the jokes I've made over recent years of losing weight because I didn't want my dick to fall off, extremities are the first thing to suffer when diabetics continue to put pressure on their systems by not getting proper treatment or seeking a lifestyle change. People in first world countries are still losing limbs to peripheral neuropathy, which essentially means loss of blood flow and nerve damage.
I'm very thankful that a) my condition was caught relatively early before it did any permanent damage, and that b) I had an awesome support network who encouraged me as I did something about it. I happen to like my feet right where they are thankyou.
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