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Brian’s Story

28 Feb

Let me introduce myself, I’m Brian Black I live in Arizona, United States. So my journey with my Type 1 Diabetes started real late in my life. So it all began about this time eight years ago. My health seemed to Plummet into this terrible abyss. My body began to ache, had no energy to make it through the day. Then one morning when I woke up my foot was swollen and when I step out of bed to walk, I felt something just burst and blood and fluid covered my left foot. I was scared for what had just occurred. So off to the Emergency Room I went. Upon arriving at the hospital. The Triage Nurse ask me why I was there. I showed her my foot. The first words out her mouth was I a Diabetic. My answer to her was no, that I had never been diagnosed. At that point everything seemed be happening very quick. I was taken to a bed and many blood draws began. I was put on a I.V. and Oxygen. Things seemed to getting worse. I started Vomiting fiercely. Then the E.R. Doctor arrived. He began to explain to me, my body was in DKA. My response what was that. So he explained and told I was very sick man with life threatening illness. So I was off to ICU to be monitored continuously throughout the night. The next morning I was moved to a regular room. They had stabilized from Blood Sugars and Oxygen Levels. So this when I meet this Female Doctor of Podiatry. She came to my room to examine my feet. As the examination continued, she began tell me that it wasn’t going to be a good outcome. That most likely I was going to loose several of my toes or even my whole left foot. So the first surgery would be later that day, to debrief the Infection in my foot. The outcome from this surgery was some what encouraging. That there would an Amputation of The Small Toe and the Removal of The Metatarus. I would spend the next 21 days in the Hospital going through two more surgery’s. And countless Blood Test to formulate a Antibiotic Cocktail to kill the Infection that was still causing me problems. So I went home with one less toe and a broken ego and Type One Diabetes’s It took over me several years to come terms and not to blame myself for the Complications that this Disease of Diabetes brings upon us. Everyday I work hard to take care of myself with my Diabetes. So I leave you with this No Blame and No Shame.


Sliding Doors

8 Nov

Have you ever watched the film “Sliding Doors”?

Is about one person’s life as it is, and in parallel, how it could have been if one thing had happened differently.


How it is…..

Currently my left foot looks like this (yep, gross, but it will be fine).


I have Type1 Diabetes and as a result I do my daily foot checks.

I notice a blister and keep an eye on it.

It starts to look a bit rough, so I go to the practice nurse.

She cleans and dresses it.

She refers me to the Podiatrist.

Podiatrist rings same day with an appointment (that I couldn’t make but that’s not their fault).

Great care for an amazing NHS!


How it could have been…..

For whatever reason I didn’t get T1D.

I get a blister on my foot.

I don’t do daily foot checks, why would I?

The blister turns bad so I stick a plaster over it.

It gets worse.

I’m a typical bloke so I leave it as I’m too busy to go to the GP.

It’s agony now so I go to the GP finally.

Foot is cleaned and dressed.

Time goes on but it gets no better.

Back to GP I go.

To cut a short story long I get diagnosed with Type2 Diabetes.

My foot issue was the first physical indication I was aware of that I had T2D

I wish I’d know that I was at risk of T2D. I can’t guarantee that I would have acted if I had, but at least Id have had a chance to………


Know Your Risk!….

So help yourself, your friends and family but getting them to Know Your (their) Risk of T2D, and if needed, acting on it. Please!


Live Long and Bolus


Finding My Feet

21 Jan



For the last 47 years I’ve been in a relationship.

A threesome……..


My relationship with my feet has changed over the years

We share the same birthday

We used to be close

We played together

I used to touch them a lot

They looked good naked!

I’d even give them a gentle suck…….


Slowly we grew apart (I’m 6 feet 2 inches tall they are a long way away)

We lost touch (I can’t touch my knees let alone my bloody toes)

Things got in the way (beer gut…..)

I paid them little attention

Even when they were naked

Just a passing glance

But I could still depend on them

They never let me down (except when I’m drunk and fall over)


As I said I’m my last blog post they took a bit of a battering

It’s rekindled out relationship

Every night I slowly undress them

My eyes cover every inch

I explore them with a gentle touch

I lovingly rub them with lotion

Then we slide under the covers for the night…..


Remember you daily foot checks!


Live Long and Bolus