For those wondering, here's the Reader's Digest version.
Back in August, I quit my job to try concentrating on freelance graphic arts before I got too damned old to try. Shortly thereafter, a pair of tight new shoes made a small wound atop my left foot. I've had worse papercuts, so I paid it no mind.
It got infected.
The infection spread and worsened quickly, thanks to Uncle Diabetes, and despite weekly wound care and such, the wound got worse and worse. I have progressive photos of the decline of my foot, but, I imagine DeviantArt has some sort of rule against graphic gore (which is what it is) that prevents me from posting them.
About 3 weeks ago, I went for treatment and they decided to keep me in the hospital. The wound necrotized and they had to debride my foot not once, but twice, but the necrosis spread and caused fever, which is why my foot had to be amputated. After that, the fever ended, but, in order to (eventually) get a prosthesis, I had to have my shin amputated to just below the knee. Now, I am out of the hospital and have had the first of MANY cast changes over the coming weeks.
I am doing my best to keep sane, though, my life has changed irrevocably. I haven't gotten past the shock, I don't think. I haven't cried. I haven't smashed anything or had a long talk with God filled with verbal middle fingers or empty bargains. I'm angry, sure, but I've always been angry. As I told my doctor, earlier, this isn't even the worst thing that's ever happened to me, it's only the most physically visible. The doctors assure me that I will walk again, unfettered and without crutches, but then, they also assured me that they could save my foot. My girlfriend is still my rock. I love her more than my own life. Without her, I would have given up 2 years ago when I was diagnosed with diabetes in the first place, still, even with her love and support, it's getting awfully hard to keep a stiff upper lip about all this bullshit. Still, I press on. It's all I can do.
Unfortunately, anger and depression are doing a number on my will to draw and create. My freelance artist dreams are pretty dead in the water at this point. I'll be around, but, I don't know how much I'll be participating.