Woke up sick, pukey, crampy. Low grade temp. Headache.
Foot ached. All yesterday.
Saw the doctor.
He was concerned. Didn’t seem overly troubled. Just the normal doctor/diabetic foot problems kinda thing.
My foot was bright red. Allover the big toe and that side of my foot. Oddly swollen in my arch. Felt like walking on a small pillow.
I was put on antibiotics. Got a steroid shot in the toe (I won’t describe the pain, but it made me barf)
And Xray at the his own xray lab.
I went home with instructions to stay off it and take meds.
He told me toe wasn’t broken. I’ve broken this foot and toe a few times. So that was my big concern.
Whoo hoo. I’m gonna live.
The toe throbbed all night. My fever was in and out. My BG was being idiotic.
I’ve decided it is gouty by this morning. My plan was to call doctor about the gout medicine. My husband has gout problems. He doesn’t go anywhere without his Allipurinol. So I knew it could help.
I get to dialysis this morning. My glucose caused many problems during.
Before we could get time to call the doc, the PA from his office shows up at my cubicle.
He has my Xrays in his hands. Big brown envelope.
I’m alarmed.
I said “broken?”
No, dearie.
It’s something else.
He asked how much time on the machine did I have. He leaves and comes back with a wheelchair. “Huh”, sez I?
I can walk, just not fast.
I’m wheeled to a treatment room. He pulls stuff out of a pouch. Two syringes and other tools 
He asked was my BG settled down and looks at my CGM .
Pulls my sock off.
And grimaced.
Alarm bells are ringing in my head. I’m, of course, imagining amputations.
He shows us the Xray. There’s a very distinct line right under my big toe in the crease at the joint.
Again, I asked “broken?”.
Nope.
He says I have a foreign body stuck in there and its decided to become infected.
It has to go.
I’ve come to remove it.
Oh, my. Ol’beck, I may have screamed alittle, I know I was afraid!
I got a numbing shot. I got an anibiotic shot.
I gots Ivy patting my shoulder, til I wanted to punch her.
A nick with a scalpel, and it virtually popped out in his hand.
Felt nothing but a cool sensation in my foot/toe.
I won’t describe what came out after. And he squeezed out every last drop.
Ivy said, “well, that’s unpleasant”. I barfed, again.
“Pop pop, squeeze, squeeze…
Oh what a relief it was…”
Oh. P.S.- it was a piece of wood. Bigger than a toothpick. I figure a splinter from my deck.