WTF happened to my toe????

 When I was admitted, the nurse took my vitals and asked my history.

I told her about September and how sick I was. She asked for more and I told her what I could, detail by detail. I then remembered the cut on my toe. It was really tiny and I thought I got it from knocking it on my counter when I was sick in the bathroom. I had put Neosporin, Vaseline and a large pad around it for cushioning and protection. What I didn't do was replace it, just added to and taped it because you're supposed to keep pressure on a wound(stupid stupid, I know). She took me back in a wheelchair and 5 people came into the room, one was a podiatrist. They sat and unraveled. A smell was there and getting stronger. They all gagged.

My toe was hurting and it turned black in front of our eyes.

"Just what I thought. Gangrene. You're losing this toe. Does it hurt anywhere else?"

"No. Well, There's something in my leg..."

"It's turning pink. We can pray, but we can't help you here."

An hour later, some EMTs walk into the room and strap me up. They take me to a hospital where my entire family has been un-alived that needed help. I was so scared. They were ready for me. I had to look at my toe and feel it on the ground, even after rebandaging. A doctor came in and said, 

"you're losing that toe. Our surgeon is going to try to save the rest, but that one is dead. We can't save it."

The next day, the surgeon comes in, takes off the bandage and inspects everything. He gives it to me straight.

"Okay. The other toes look good, but be prepared to lose this foot in a worst-case scenario. Surgery is in 4hrs since you had something to eat already(spoonful of eggs I couldn't keep down!)"

There's no time for pre-op, other than stripping down under my gown and having 4 techs help me onto a stretcher. I had met the man making my prosthesis who had explained everything the day before(first one I saw!) So I met my anesthesiologist(my family and friends explained it's the best sleep EVER), no glasses for me so couldn't see his face, breathed in my oxygen, and the next thing I know, someone is yelling at me and saying, "hey, your foot's gone! How do you feel?!"

"Okay, they took the whole foot. Okay, cool. Nothing I can do about it now..."

They called it a "BK guillotine". Cousin(she's a nurse)explained by saying "you do NOT want to Google that!" Doesn't take a rocket scientist, but....so I looked down. Huh. K. That's different. Then she went with the whole Chunk and Sloth scene Ala Goonies and said that I would be staying with her. Aftercare immediately wanted to know how that was going to go. 3rd story apartment with no elevator? That's...not ideal. So then we had to wait for what is called a "BKU"...Basically finishing up what they started...

TBC

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