Diabetic foot can manifest itself through various types of infections and different severities. Symptoms in 1st comment ⬇

Understanding Diabetic Foot and Its Risks

Diabetic foot is a serious complication of diabetes mellitus, often presenting as ulcers or sores that heal very slowly—or not at all. If left untreated, these wounds can lead to severe infections and, in extreme cases, amputation.

People with long-standing diabetes, especially type 1, are at higher risk due to reduced blood flow and nerve damage (neuropathy) in the lower limbs. This makes it harder to feel injuries, allowing minor wounds to worsen unnoticed.

Daily foot inspection is crucial for individuals with diabetes. Check between your toes, under the soles, and around the heels for blisters, redness, cuts, or swelling.

Keep feet clean and dry, and moisturize regularly—just not between the toes. Wear comfortable shoes that don’t rub or cause pressure points. Avoid walking barefoot, even indoors.

If you notice any unusual changes like discoloration, persistent pain, or wounds that aren’t healing, seek medical attention immediately. Early intervention can prevent serious outcomes.

Proper diabetes management—controlling blood sugar, cholesterol, and blood pressure—also plays a key role in preventing diabetic foot complications.

Regular visits to a healthcare provider or podiatrist for foot exams are recommended, especially for those with a history of foot problems.

Conclusion
Caring for your feet daily is a vital part of managing diabetes. With vigilance and early care, many diabetic foot issues can be avoided or treated before becoming serious.

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