In the spirit of fluidity, I am writing.
It turns out that the bloodclotting disorder I have is every bit as dangerous as I believe it to be. It also turns out that only 50% of DVT swell and cause pain. Which means any time I bruise my legs, I have reason to be freaked out. Which believe it or not, I'm STRANGELY OK with. Funny how I get more worried about people thinking I'm worrying too much or that I'm flat out crazy.
The bad news is that I will have to go on heprin if I'm ever hospitalized. The bad news is also that I really do have to get out of the car and walk every two hours at the most. He'd prefer every hour, but he said that if I stretched it out to 2 hours, that it would probably be ok. Just can't plan for 2 and stretch it to 3. Gotcha. Oh, and I gotta get Mike to get my lethargic ass up and walk if I'm ever immobilized again (remember H1N1?) Oh yeah and if either of my legs ever starts to swell and get hot or painful I must go immediately to the hosptial. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
The good news is that he thinks there's a good chance that if I stay aware of these things that I might actually be able to beat the family curse.
The other bad news is, I'm gonna get old and wrinkly *grin*
I think I can live with that. Now what the hell am I gonna do with the rest of my life??? Oh wow Mike. Look out!
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