No High Heels

What an interesting day. I had good energy all day, although I am ready for a sleep as I write this.

I got up early to change the bedding and open my newest find.........air gel memory pillows from Cariloha.

After tennis, I did some banking and had breakfast with the research manager at our favorite breakfast restaurant.

By the time we got home, I needed to deal with my leg bumps. I had phoned the cancer center and was told to go to see my primary doctor. I went to the local clinic (home of the nurse practitioner - NP.) It was a new NP who insisted on calling me "sweetie." The older I get, the more I am called sweetie, dear, cutie et cetera. I guess it is safe to talk to old guys in such an endearing manner.

The NP gave me a prescription for the ring worm but was sufficiently concerned about the bumps that she gave me a referral for an ultrasound in an emergency room. The need was to check that I did not have deep vein thrombosis or blood clots. We opted to go to Morton Plant.

I am really impressed by the way they do things. Everyone I talk to says " I hope you'll feel better." They care, they are well organized and they are very professional.

After waiting an hour, I was taken to a room and told to get ready for the ultrasound. I was driven through a myriad of hallways on my hospital bed by Aaron, the best hospital bed driver ever. He even found the Ultrasound Room. On the way, we passed two nurses carrying flowers. I thought they must be for me and they said that they were but I was not allowed to have them in my room. Oh well.

Joseph did the ultrasound very professionally and Aaron drove me back in record time.

The doctor came in to tell me that I merely had varicose veins. While that is obviously a relief, it struck me that it was only a few years ago that I viewed varicose veins as an old person's disease. Apparently, younger people can also suffer from this. :)

The research manager was ecstatic, in part because of the result but mostly because she had diagnosed the problem correctly. Would you believe she walked around the hospital pumping her fist in the air yelling "YES, YES, YES!"

I do need to be mindful of the condition and should exercise, watch the salt, elevate the leg when I can and a few other things. The bad news is that I cannot wear high heels. Another bad side effect from chemo - no high heels.