Bed Life and Beyond

Today I had my first Podiatrist visit ever. She visited me at home. She checked my blood circulation in my feet with an ultrasound, and cut and polished my toenails.

I used to think needing a Podiatrist was one of the last lines to cross into being geriatric. I thought Podiatrists were old men in white coats. She was a young woman who had a blue uniform on and a white plastic apron over it. She was a gentle, funny, kind human being, and it wasn’t an awful experience. Maybe it’s not just for geriatrics after all.

She let me stay in bed while she did her work. She ultrasounded my feet first to check their circulation. I’ve got Atrial Bigeminy, a heart defect which causes every second heartbeat to be slightly wrong. This results in circulatory issues and I easily develop pitting oedema when I’m upright, where when you press my ankles the indent stays in after you remove your fingers.

Then she cut my toenails which I haven’t been able to cut due to my paralysis and limb weakness, and my poor eyesight at that distance. Then she buffed them, then put a little moisturiser on the dry parts of them.

Here are my toes after all her magic. I could never have showed you a before picture! 😬😂