This is not my foot, if it were I would be bragging and saying something like "You should see what the dog that bit me looks like."
Nor is it my Mom's foot, but she is the reason that I post such a picture. My Mom has a sore on her foot in about the same place, only hers has a hole thru it to the side of her foot. My Mom is a diabetic, try to remember that time so long ago when she almost died from that blood clot that mover from her leg to her lung, causing her to have a heard attack? The only thing that saved Mom at the time was that she had quite smoking six months prior to that, her lungs after over forty years of smoking had began to heal, and were strong enough to pull her thru. Well the one lasting issue from that episode where the Lord so graciously let her live was that the diabetes that she had had and had had under control for years went haywire. Each time they changed one of her meds, or the seasons change, or when any odd or numerous factors that our body naturally adapts to would happen it would throw her body into ever erratic glucose level changes.
It took years to finally get it under control again, by that time she had neuropathy, which is where the nerve ending in your feet and legs start to die. They don't just stop working though, they just keep sending signals of extreme pain for many years until they finally die out. So much as a cool breeze causes your foot to come alive with a pain of searing fire.
It was at this time that my sister and brother moved back into the house and they never having quit smoking, kept smoking. Well a tough time here and a tough time there Mom finally broke down and picked up one cigarette, and thats all it took, she was hooked again.
Now let me tell you right here and now, I don't care if you smoke, I don't care that my brother, sister, father, mother, smoke, I am firmly against the anti-smoking bans that all these stupid retarded citys and states keep putting up. If a fella wants to smoke, smoke. You can, but shouldn't inhibit his ability to do so. The same goes for him, he shouldn't inhibit your ability to not smoke, he should be considerate of you, as you should be of him, it is after all in the bible. And I don't believe in all the doom and gloom that people spread around about how it always causes cancer, and is the reason people have asthma, and that you can be allergic to it. Weather second hand, is worse then first hand, that is all just BS.
I do think its stupid and if given the choice one should not do it. It makes perfect sense that if you breath in smoke all your life that the filter will clog up sooner and go out quicker. But it does the same for all that girly freaking poop-are-we, insence, that crap your girls, and a few gay guys spray in the bathroom, over abundance of colognes, perfumes, and all that other smelly crap that is just doing a feeble attempt at covering up the natural smell of the wonderful world as it rots around us.
I prefer to smell the rot, I would rather walk into the bathroom and smell shit then Lysol, I would rather smell your sweaty unwashed in last six minutes to sixty hours body then perfume, cologne, and deodorant, I would rather . . . I am ranting, I will stop that and get back to the point. Right after I say, nobody cares about what I don't like to smell, all they care about is that they don't have to smell smoke. Selfish bastards.
Anyway that was the long way of saying that my Mom started smoking again, and one thing that smoking does do is take up the space that would normally be filled with oxygen, so you don't get it, oxygen that is. And when you don't get oxygen your blood vessels, especially the small ones constrict. This all leads to a decrease in the oxygen saturation levels in your deep tissue. One good thing it does is it more quickly kills off those nerve ending, so you don't feel them, and that does lead to a dramatic decrease in pain for someone with neuropathy. One bad thing it does is it more quickly kills off those nerve endings, so you don't feel them, and that does lead to not being able to feel your lower extremities, and a small sore that would have once easily been felt and taken care of goes unnoticed until it is to late, and then you have an open wound, usually filled with bacteria that eat away at the remaining tissue.
If not caught quickly, and even if caught quickly but you don't know what strain of bacteria it is and thus can not get the right anti-bacteria to it, leads to massive amount of tissue dyeing, sometimes this takes years, sometimes months. One good method of catching up to a bad wound is to cut away all the dead tissue, but to be sure you got it all you have to cut where there is still live tissue, and that hurts something awful. If you can not quickly get ahead of it that way, you keep cutting higher and higher, till they have eventually cut as far up the legs as they can and the tissue in the trunk of your body starts to die as well.
As you can see, it starts out small, diabetes that is, but in the end its what kills you.
I love my Mom, and obviously want her to live to see my children full grown, but the Lord may not give me that opportunity, and that . . .
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