I got the mail today and opened a letter from our insurance company, which said:
“We reviewed your request to cover Endovenous ablation therapy of incompetent vein…blah, blah, blah…. AND we determined that the health care service is eligible for coverage.”
Wow. Thank you. It’s nice to know that, since I had the first procedure TWO DAYS AGO.
Ahem.
I’m feeling a bit better now. Yesterday was kind of a “poor lonely sad bruised me, I can hardly walk” day, but I stayed home, watched me some Gray’s Anatomy, and cried. Crying was good. Because after I cried, I felt better.
Today I got to take off the compression stockings and have a shower. And you should SEE the bruises. I was shocked at the grossness. Want to see? 
Here’s a close up so you can see the bruise better. 
But you want to know the best part of the surgery? Besides the sexy support hose, of course. The best part is having meals brought in. Seriously. It’s been a LONG time since anyone’s brought in a meal, and I must say, I like it. And since I’m not really having a baby anytime soon, there really isn’t much meal bringing going on, so this was a nice treat. My visiting teachers brought in a meal on Thursday, and even though Ryan could have probably cooked up something, or I could have thrown something in the microwave, it was just NICE to have that meal brought in. Nothing makes you feel loved like a meal that you didn’t have to cook. Or plan. Or shop for. And if one free meal weren’t enough, my friends took it upon themselves to bring in another meal on Friday, and even though we tried to tell them that we had a soccer party to go to, they brought it anyway. You can just cook this and eat it on Saturday, if you want, they said. Wow! I feel TOTALLY loved! A meal in my fridge!
I’m going to have to remember how great this felt, and take someone else a meal soon. Not because they are having a baby, but maybe if they are having a hard day, or they aren’t feeling well, or maybe just because. Because it really does make you feel loved when someone brings in a meal.
So sorry for your pain but glad your VTs are taking care of you! And that you feel loved!
I love you, but I haven’t brought you a meal—sorry! I’m glad you have some kind and loving people who are taking care of that. Glad to hear you’re feeling better.
I’ve been planting beans and green peppers, planting the petunias that were left over from the front yard, and planning a neighborhood party.
I, for one, would like to see a picture of the leg… Sort of a morbid curiosity thing you know.
Now that you posted the morbid pictures of the leg, I truly understand your whining and crying. Completely justified, in my book. Feel better soon!
OHHHHH I’m SO SORRY!!! Yikes, poor brave thing!
Oh, my legs hurt just looking at it. So sorry.
Ouch…very colorful!!! :\