I went for my annual diabetic toe tickle last week. This follows a similar routine every year. I walk in, the chiropodist does a double take and says “Oh, hello, they’re normally a lot older than you!”. I take this to mean he doesn’t see too many sprightly type 1’s. I also dread the day that he doesn’t say that when he sees me, that’s when I’ll know old age has arrived.
The torture commences with the vibrating tuning fork on the toe. At which point I shriek and the chiropodist says he normally asks people if they can feel that, but he guesses by my outburst that I can. He then brings a bit of reality into play by telling me that the man he had in before me couldn’t feel anything when he did that. That’s quite a terrifying thought, it really wasn’t a gentle touch, it was like a hundred mice tickling the end of my toe and running up my leg. To not be able to feel that because of the broken pancreas is quite a scary thought.
Once my heart rate had returned to normal following the foot vibration excitement, I tried not to be ticklish while we did the “If I poke here can you feel it” routine. Thankfully, my feet remain ticklish as ever and are confirmed as still being attached to the end of my legs and working for another year.
As the foot man sorted his paperwork at the end, he asked the standard “How is your diabetes” question and I resisted giving some of my fantasy
What I didn’t tell him was that the professor he was talking about was the one who tried to tell my PCT four years ago that CGM was no good, despite never having used it on a patient himself. It’s nice to know he’s changed his mind eventually!