Not a good sign.
It is not a good sign when you open your eyes and your Mom comes into your room and asks how your feet are feeling and all you can do is look at her with tears welling in your eyes and shake your head ‘no.’
Well, that’s what happened today when I woke up. And here’s the reason why:
I have holes in both of my feet.
There, I said it. Basically, that’s what it is. I started having problems with my feet in mid April and went to the doctor just after Easter. Because I was sleeping in my chair with my shoes on for four days, I got ringworm. I got over the embarrassment of that diagnosis and was prescribed medication. My Mom said that I needed to be on an antibiotic that day!
They did not prescribe me one and we left and my Mom started washing my feet both at night and in the morning. It was holy Thursday. It has been holy Thursday since then! This is killing my Mom! Absolutely killing her! It’s painful to watch, ALMOST as painful as my feet feel right now!
When we went to the doctor again about my feet being really painfully horrible, we asked then and the doctor looked at them and said they weren’t infected but her mentor told her to take a culture.
The culture was taken on Monday and Thursday I was notified that I had a staph infection!?! Hence, the holes in my feet. I just can’t get over that if I was prescribed the medication at my appointment I would have two days of medication in me so I could prevent the two holes that are in my heels right now!
I haven’t felt my feet at home for 20 years but I never thought them like this when I could feel them! It’s terrible! My Mom and I made a plan when we went to bed last night, she was going to leave my socks off to let my sores air out after she washed my feet and then was going to put my socks back on in the morning.
But here is where the direct conflict comes in because of the holes on my feet. I have been wearing compression socks full-time for about six years. I HAVE TO wear compression socks because having had MS for 21 years, blood does not flow properly in my legs.
But with a staph infection, you have to let the skin ‘air out’ for the skin to heal. Now, I fall to sleep with my feet airing out so my sores can heal and then I wake up in the morning to a tingle in my feet and that’s when I let my Mom know it’s time to get up.
As my Mom is washing my feet, the tingle changes to a burn! I have to deal with that until she gets my socks on completely and she transfers me back to my wheelchair from my bed. So, I deal with this direct conflict every single morning even in my very comfortable bed. I cannot enjoy it fully right now because of my feet. This is just a mess!!!