Last Thursday I noticed a spot on the tip of my second toe. I am not the most flexible guy in the world so being able to really get a good look at it is difficult. I asked my wife to check it out. She said it looked like a blood blister.

I cannot remember ever bumping my toe or stumping it. For the life of me I have no clue how my toe ended up purple.

My wife’s first response was typical, “Go to the doctors!”

I of course said yes and spent the day putting off calling. I posted about it on my blog and all the comments I got said the same thing, “Go to the doctors.”

You must understand, I get very annoyed at the doctors. My doctor never seems to be in or have an opening when I need him. I usually end up seeing one of the doctors on duty which drives me nuts because they always say, “follow up with your doctor.” Nice.

Anyhow I made an appointment for Friday afternoon to get it checked out.

When I went in I had to wait over an hour just to get into an exam room. Another reason I hate going in but whatever. When the doctor finally came in he took a look at it and asked if I remembered what had happened.

“I have no clue. I have neuropathy so I cannot feel my toes well.”

He examined it and concluded that it was a blood blister that was not really a concern.

His instructions, “Just keep an eye on it and if it opens or starts getting red come back in for antibiotics but you should be good.”

I had a feeling it was not a big deal but I had to check it out. Too quickly things can go wrong, infection can invade, and a simple situation can escalate into something very scary.

Now on to the next diabetes scare.