What to do When Your Body is Trying to Kill You

Get pissed.

I don't mean "pissed" in the drunk sense...although I'm not against that at all either! 

Rewind to Valentine's Day. I was absolutely exhausted from a long week, and I knew I had to get up early on Saturday, so I had plans to do some spa stuff and go to bed early. Lindbergh asked if I wanted to hang out, and I ended up feeling guilty for saying I was too tired. I invited him over for a movie, he accepted, we watched said movie. He wanted to hang around longer. I didn't feel like arguing, but I did fall asleep shortly after. What a captivating Valentine's. Uh huh.

Saturday. Got to the event and hung out with Wonder Woman and a couple of other friends there; we worked a bit on lookin purdy. After a while we all had to sit in a circle for a kumbaya session; we had a conversation about women's images. Some if it was actually good...how women set these impossible expectations on themselves, how women tear each other down more than men tear women down, and how every woman has the same insecurities about herself. But...there were also the girls who started crying about how hard their life has been, and someone else who starts crying because the first girl is crying, and someone else emphatically whining about how beautiful this is...yeeeaaah, no thanks. I should also point out that we were sitting on the floor, so it was really uncomfortable. And cold. Next, we listened to two girls sing a song (I didn't really listen to the words, but I'm sure it was mushy). Then, we stripped and got half nekkid. What's kind of weird is that only myself and one other girl weren't wearing black lingerie. Mine was gray and the other girl's was white. Anyway, we then had to stand in a circle and talk about our cards that we'd written on. Again, quite uncomfortable and cold. We finally got to pictures, which took about 20 minutes total. I did get a really cute shot though--I took my card and covered half of my face diagonally. After that, myself and the 3 other friends went to grab some lunch and ended up sitting there for about 3 and a half hours. I then had my hour and a half drive home...my legs weren't very happy with me after all that. 

So. Shall we explore my body trying to kill me? Of course we should!

Sunday, during church, I tried to keep my legs moving so they wouldn't get too stiff. When I got home, however, I saw that my right calf was a little swollen. It had been a bit sore in the few days before that, but I think I was trying to ignore it. I'll admit that I cried a little, I just didn't want to go through the whole thing again. I went back to see the doctor on Tuesday and she ordered some blood work, which I got done immediately after. She also gave me some other assignments--warm bath, massaging the calf, and taking Aleve. I tried the bath and massage that night, and the pain made me cry. Geez, it's been months since I've cried. Stupid legs! 
Oh! Side note. That same day, Tuesday, my new nephew was born. He's adorable and perfect. 
Wednesday was kind of normal, but my leg was hurting more and it was getting a little difficult to walk. When I woke up Thursday, I noticed kind of a lump in my calf. So, back to the doctor I went. The blood work had also returned and I do have an increased risk for blood clots. The only way I can think of that is that I have fat blood. It makes it funny. So I went for another doppler, this time at a cardio office, because apparently the tech at the hospital was kind of a jerk and didn't want me to have a blood clot. 

Alright, so I still didn't have a blood clot, but at least the cardio doppler tech was nicer and more thorough. Since that didn't show anything, my doctor said the next step was to get an MRI. So I had one set up for the next morning (today). Shortly after that I left work because it made my entire leg hurt and I couldn't do anything. Later on I got a call that my insurance company wanted me to get an X-Ray before they'd approve the MRI...so I did that. 
As I was leaving I got a message that insurance wasn't happy and wouldn't approve the MRI. Even though I did the x-ray. Great. So I got another call today and I can't get in till Tuesday. Then this afternoon I got another call that the insurance company finally approved it. I'm currently lying in bed, with my legs propped up, slightly fuzzy on Norco. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to work on Monday or Tuesday, or how long it'll be before I'll have an answer after the MRI. 

So, today I salute you, douchebag insurance company. You are run by cheapskates who don't care about anyone's actual health...you just don't want to have to pay. And in that, you end up paying much more. And then pass those costs back to the customers. 
Insurance companies, I present to you...the Richard Cranium Douchebag Award. Congratulations.