Trouble Afoot

I’m having an all-out, full-scale, no-holds-barred JIHAD with Robert. I’m so disgusted with him I could PUKE. He wont’ take care of his feet. He is diabetic, so foot problems are major. He was supposed to go to the doctor Friday morning to have the doctor look at his right foot which was bothering him. (Also because he picks on them incessantly and makes terrible, open sores on them.)

So I get home Friday and ask him what the doctor said. “Uh, I didn’t go.” “Why NOT?!!?” I shrieked. “I was embarrassed to let him look at my feet.”

So I got on the Internet and found several sites that talked about how to take care of your feet if you are a diabetic. The common thread they all seemed to have was that NO WOUND is minor when you are a diabetic. And if you are a SMOKER, which he IS, then that’s double the reason to take care of your feet.

The foot and ankle is swollen half way up the leg, it’s shiny, it’s red, it’s as infected as all get out and you don’t need a medical degree to figure that out. He refuses to go to the doctor, to the emergency room or anywhere else.

Now the toe looks black to me (gangrene?). I would be willing to bet two months’ salary that he loses AT LEAST a toe if not more. But…. I’ve lectured, cajoled, beggged, pleaded, ranted, raved, all to no avail. If he doesn’t care about his feet, why the hell should I?

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