Too Much is, apparently, Never Enough.

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg7 Comments

A visit to the podiatrist today was a mixed blessing. The wound I have been nursing for months is healing well. Oxygen treatments and diligent care are paying off. But a long talk with the doc enlightened me to something I had been desperately not hearing. Many of the conditions I have been living under, I have been addressing with attached italics.

For example, my doctor would say “You are going to have to stay off that foot as much as possible

I would hear “You are going to have to stay off that foot as much as possible until the wound heals

But that’s not what he said.

I am at risk of developing a bad case of Charcot Foot, a nasty diabetic complication triggered by the removal of bones in my foot due to surgery. This is not a “until it gets better” thing. This is an indefinite preventative medicine thing. It means some of the changes to my life- like the wheelchair in my living room, and the restriction on doing anything which involves walking- these are not “until the wound heals“. These changes are permanent. 

I’m not crippled. I can walk. But whenever I have the option, I shouldn’t.


You don’t even want to KNOW what the rest of my day brought.

Board meeting tonight. Gotta get ready.

  • I pity the Board tonight. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    I am here if you need me Sir.

  • If there is anything I can do, please let me know. I’m good at dealing with insurance companies, so if you have difficulties getting them to pay for anything that you need, just give me a ring and let me know. 864-845-8816

  • Words often being a fuck all reflection of substance
    “I’m sorry Flagg” is all I got.
    That and I’ll see you later tonight.
    Best to you,

  • Holy shit, it just doesn’t end, does it? ๐Ÿ™

    This certainly puts some of my own problems into perspective. I’ve been bemoaning the fact that walking for an hour or longer brings on a lot of pain. But at least I _can_ walk and no one is telling me that I shouldn’t.

    I spent some time in a wheelchair and with a cane this year. It’s not fun. The chair especially sucked. Except when I got my minions to push me around. That part was kind of fun.

    It must be very hard. I’d suspect harder for you than most. No one likes to feel their body has control over them. No one likes to feel the reminder that our mortal bodies are fragile things. But for someone who hates to have his options limited, it must be a thousand times suckier.

    Nothing terribly helpful to say but just thinking of you and hoping you are keeping your minions busy pushing your wheelchair around.

  • I think you should have 4 slaves and a litter to be carried around on like Egyptian Royalty in days of yore!

  • What a bummer.

    I disagree with those who say you should have minions or slaves pushing your wheelchair or bearing you in a litter. The litter-bearers union, in particular, has gotten uppity in the last millenium or so.

    You need a motorized wheelchair — racing stripes and sufficient horsepower to properly augment the feelings of terror and despair you wish to inspire in the rest of us.

    Heh, yeah, that’s the ticket.

  • love and support…not much more I can give from this distance – if there is, you know it is but yours for the asking…