My Own Shoes.
In the past, I have written about Shoes and her ridiculously unneighborly habits. But I have my own shoes issues I need to fess up to: I love shoes that are not diabetes-friendly. (Oh come on, like you don't have a vice?)
Ever since I was a kid, doctors have been preaching on about the importance of good cardiovascular health and how even the smallest blister on my foot could bloom into a raging infection that bears will eventually smell from the woods and come devour my toes ... okay maybe not bears, but that blister would cause more damage to my diabetic body than it would to the toes of my brother or sister.
Unfortunately, I am slow to heed this warning. As a kid, I wore (gasp) flip flops all summer long. I tap-danced for over a decade in high-heeled, patent leather nightmares. And as an adult, I've donned everything from strappy sandals to back-breaking heels, occasionally causing a rub or a blister on my feet.
It's one of those things I have a hard time grasping. I realize that my body may be slower to heal than your average Kerri's, but I have a hard time worrying about diabetic foot complications at this stage in the game. When I go to Joslin, my endocrinologist does the foot-tickly thing with the tuning fork and checks my feet for cuts or abrasions. So far, I've passed with flying colors. I exercise regularly to keep my cardiovascular system as top notch as I can. I regularly inspect my feet for any unsightly bits. And I swear that I always wear clean, moisture wicking socks when I work out.
But I like fancy shoes. I like heels and sandals and fun colors and open-toe styles and the occasional wedge. I'm embarrassed to admit that I don't heed "the warnings." Even today, knowing full well that these shoes would be a bitch to break in, I'm sporting them at work (at a diabetes company, for crying out loud!) and waiting for the sting.
It's a hard habit to break. Maybe it will take just that one pinchy ouch to bring me back to my senses, or maybe I'll continue to have both Wolverine-esque healing powers and fun shoes. But I can't be the only one who is breaking this cardinal rule of diabetes management ... can I?