Gawwwwd, you should never celebrate anything too early...

Yesterday, I cleaned all Peter's horrible linoleum floors. Full of wheel marks, and what not. And left it very clean.

Today, I walked in, and whooooaaa! As if I had never been there... And dried blood spots all over the place.... So I cleaned them all over again, and dressed his foot. Usually, he does it himself.... But have also done it often enough....

The sore was horrible, I tell you, horrible, and the smell!

Gangrene, and it looks horrible. Have seen it before, and it is indescribable, and horrendous, and everything yuck you can imagine. Oh yes, have been there... with the foot he has missing...

Peter doesn't want to go to a hospital ever again. We've been arguing this for weeks now, and let me tell you, nobody is more stubborn than an Aires.... But I said, 'listen, I can't come over here every day and wash your floors with Ajax anti-bacterial disinfectant. So decide. Do you want to die NOW, or put it off a little? If the latter, go to hospital, like, YESTERDAY!'

Our doctor had a house call today, and I told Peter to get a move on, and DO something. So he did, and a compromise was reached. An ambulance will take him to the main hospital, where they have a 'foot ambulance', meaning an out clinic that are specialised in foot diseases, also for diabetics.

So one step forward....

WHY can't anything go as I plan it? Is that so difficult?