That is some cool positive advice the Lone Crab gives. My take is that the body needs time to restore energy and wellness. It is hard but looks like accepting things you can not change. Writing about the feeling you are experiencing on bed rest could be a topic to get back writing and doing everything you are not able to do now. Hang in there. Lifting you up in prayer. ((hugs))
My feet swell sometimes. I've had DVT twice in one leg, once in the other. I'm very careful. But yesterday... there was a swollen bruise on my right leg. I pressed it to see how badly swollen. It indented more than 1/2 inch but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.
I know I sound bitter.
Hope the knot is minor and discoloration normal. And... hopefully the doctor can come up with a plan that suits you.
As for school... I'm too old unless it's free. I learn a lot by traveling and reading articles on the internet and by talking with people about their experiences. Textbooks have limits.
My feet happen to feel just like that today. I had to go out to a doctor appointment and the post office. It didn't take much to get mine screaming in pain. btw: stepping on a Lego is the worst! You probably already know that.
I've been really bummed lately because I feel lost. I feel as if I'm about to start a new chapter in life, but I don't even a title for the book. I thought by 40 I'd have it all figured out. I don't have a bad life, it's just not what I had hoped. I was going to be a great writer and travel the world before marrying a rather well off chef and having a prize-winning poodle. Instead, I have zero books published, I've got two kids that haven't won any prizes (yet), a husband that hates to cook, and although I've been to the Lower 48 (mainly in a big truck), the only country I've spent time in Mexico, which I barely remember. What am I good at? Heck, what do I enjoy? When was the last time I had fun? I've always been a bit...not flakey, but restless. I've lived in multiple states, had a variety of jobs, my hair has been every color of the rainbow, and heck- I've even had two husbands. There are so many things to learn, see, and try! How can you not want to experience every little thing on this planet? Am I the only one? As I'm nudging my youngest towards the door, I realize I have an opportunity. I can't do everything in my wild imagination, but I can do a few things. I don't know what, I just know there are possibilities. I think that's a good place to start. It is odd how things play out though. After telling my mom I'd like to go somewhere while places aren't crowded and prices are lower, Schnujo's Giving Away GPs offers a tempting invitation. Now, the old Krista would have jumped in the car without thinking. Of course, the old Krista was 20, free, and stupid. For the majority of my life, my mother (and various family members) told me I was too reckless. I didn't think things through and consider the consequences. Now, I'm 41 and overthink everything! How in the world did this happen?!
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