Friday, January 6, 2012
** Warning: If you are currently eating or very squeamish, you may want to skip this post. **
I thought it was bad when my d-supplies decided to conspire against me. Little did I know, it was nothing compared to what my kitchen tools had in store. Or specifically, one very sharp kitchen knife that was apparently quite upset with me. It showed its displeasure by slicing clear through my nail and into my finger.
It didn’t hurt because the knife was so sharp, but it bled. It bled a lot. I briefly considered testing my blood sugar but realized I’d probably gush way too much blood all over my meter. So I grabbed a wad of paper towels, held pressure on it, and began to panic. Then I did what any grown, 43 year old woman would do. I called my Mommy and Daddy. (Okay, and tweeted too.)
My Dad used to be an EMT. As soon as I described what had happened, he hopped in his car and headed over to take me to the Urgent Care Clinic. Luckily, by the time he arrived, the bleeding had finally begun to slow. I told him I probably didn’t need to go to the clinic after all. And he said, “If it was anyone else I’d say no, but because you have diabetes I think you should go.” Oh how I hated to hear that! I hate when diabetes makes me “different”. I hate when diabetes brings extra worry to non-diabetes occurrences. I hate when diabetes permeates every tiny aspect of my life.
In the end, I talked Dad out of Urgent Care. He agreed that there really wasn’t anything they would be able to do. I promised to keep a close eye on the wound and to go to the doctor if I saw the tiniest sign of infection. So Dad put on a special bandage and told me to call him if I bled through the gauze and he’d take me to the clinic.
A few hours later, my slashed up finger started hurting. It still hurts - especially when I try to type. But it is healing up just fine. This time, diabetes didn’t barge in and make things worse, and for that I’m very thankful.
Has diabetes ever made an injury more complicated for you? And does that annoy you as much as it annoys me??