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 don't think I've been shy about being diagnosed with bipolar 1 as a teenager, how I struggled with postpartum depression twenty years ago, or starting DBT for borderline personality disorder early this year. But I can honestly say, I don't think I can recall ever feeling this way. I've been depressed, suicidal, manic, even psychotic. This feels different. I can't even name this feeling.
Lately, there have been so many different threads unraveling that it's been impossible to regain control. In trying to care for everyone around me, I've completely lost myself. I think I've been pretty vocal in trying to get my family to see that I've been overwhelmed, but maybe not. Maybe they've just been so wrapped up in themselves that they didn't hear me. Or maybe they assumed I was just being dramatic. What astounds me is that even now, when I've been so close to fading away, no one seems to be noticing. Is it my imagination? Is it my irrational fear of abandonment? One thing I do know is that I'll feel better one day. I don't know how or when, but it will happen.
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