Last night I went to a much needed and much appreciated fun night with my bookclub. Instead of the normal chat about the book format, we played “Book Club Jeopardy” and it was a BLAST! I really love those ladies, and they are full of wisdom and understanding and friendship. It was great to spend a fun night to help me get out of my discouraged funk of yesterday. ( I also got quite a bit done yesterday and am not feeling quite so overwhelmed about the state of my house, just so you know.)
However, when I mentioned my vericose vein/blood clot issues, they all promptly chewed me out for not going to a doctor. (I did talk to a doctor, folks, I just didn’t have the whole ultrasound/consult experience) I think the word “clot” scares people and they immediately think of stroke, paralysis or death. They berated me for my casual attitude and insisted that I go to a doctor immediately. Well, being the phychosomatic symptom sufferer that I am, I started feeling some weird tingliness and some leg pain on the way home. By the time I went to bed, I had talked myself into a near panic. And this isn’t even consulting Dr. Google. When Ryan came to bed a couple of hours later, I still couldn’t sleep, since I was wondering how long it would take him to notice if I had a stroke in my sleep, and if he’d get me to the hospital in time for TPA treatment, and all that stuff. And remember that ER episode with Cynthia Nixon where she has a stroke and then can’t communicate and wonders what’s going on and all that panic? Well, I do, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
I eventually did get to sleep, but this morning, the first thing I did was look up vein treatment centers and stuff like that. I found one that says they take my insurance (after my huge deductible, of course), that does an ultrasound of the veins FIRST, so I can see if I have deep vein clots, or just the surface clots that are bothering me, and they can take me on Monday. So, there. I can rest easier knowing I have an appointment, at least, and then I can find out how unbelievably expensive this will be to get these things treated, and what they can do to ease my pain. And, for you trivia buffs, what movie tells it’s main character to “Ease his pain”? Bonus blogging points for the correct answer.
Good girl! I’m glad you have an appointment. And I didn’t think I “chewed you out” or “berated” you — you just scared me! I want you around for a good long time. And I want you to care about yourself as you do your kids — which we all know is a hard hard hard thing to do when you are so busy.
I hope you get those nasty veins fixed, and your poor legs feel better.
I’m glad you’re getting it checked out, too. I mentioned your clot to Brian, and he freaked out! I said it’s no big deal, but he was pretty worried about you, which made me worried, but I didn’t want to bug you, so I’m glad you have friends like Melinda and the rest of your book club that bugged you enough to have you check it out.
I’m so glad we got on your case and that you acted on it. We want you with us forever!!
Take care of yourself and thanks for all you do.
Hmm…is it Princess Bride? “Love IS pain your highness. And anyone who tells you differently is trying to sell you something.” I don’t know.
Well, that’s a good guess, Kristy, but not even close. We’re talking baseball. Got it now?
I know the answer, but I don’t think I’m eligible.
“Go the Distance”…
Ryan is correct. He knows the right answer, I’m sure. Extra kisses for you, my good man.
It’s from Field of Dreams… 🙂