Sigh, I have terrible luck. Since I couldn’t sleep, after typing the previous post, I decided to cut my toenails. This is always risky since I can’t feel anything if I cut too deep. Of course, that’s what I did on two toes on my right foot. Coincidentally, the worst one was the same toe that I cut badly last week. Anyway, I didn’t notice that I was bleeding again. The blood from the toenail seeped into the gauze and soaked it completely, and I managed to leave a trail of bloody footprints on the carpet again.
At this point, it was 4:30 and I had 45 minutes to get ready for dialysis. I woke up my parents and then tried to apply pressure on my toenail to stop the bleeding. I was successful for one of the toes but the other one would not stop bleeding after 20 minutes. I was planning to call the dialysis center to tell them I would be late when a combination of raising my foot and using antibacterial gel to finally stop the bleeding. I quickly stuck a bunch of band-aids, gauze, and tape on my foot to protect the various cuts, and my dad drove me to dialysis.
It’s not almost noon and there’s no blood on the bandages yet. I’ll need to remove everything to see if the bleeding truly has stopped. It will be an interesting discussion with the podiatrist tomorrow.
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Since my dad picked me up from dialysis, I didn’t get a chance to get some take-out lunch. I was planning to go to Raising Cane’s again but we just went home after dialysis. I ended up toasting some bread and eating PB&J sandwiches for lunch.
Life with chronic diseases 