03/01/2019
On December 5th 2017 my travels took a sharp turn left into a high brick wall. That is the day I was diagnosed with diabetes. I had no clue or idea that I was even diabetic. When I was in the hospital for a foot infection is when the Er doc told me I had diabetes. Which was shock to me, my A1C was above 10. Which in the diabetes world is not a good thing. On the same day they also said I a irregular heart rate. That may of been because I was just told I had diabetes, that felt like getting hit with a chair s**t to the head, so they put my on some meds to get my hate rate and blood pressure to normal levels.
After two days in the ER, because they were fully book upstairs in the ICU PCU and regular rooms because there was a bad case of the flu going around. Once I was finally moved upstairs to the ICU I was able to finally sleep because my coozie ER room was about 95 and I was swimming in my sweat. Plus the bed was made for a 5,5 person and I am 6,2 person.
I came to find out that my foot had a infection because of a foot ulcer. The ulcer got infected which in turn got into the bone. That is another story for another post. I did everything to close the ulcer the first time and it got infected.
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