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.
Man, I started the year off with so many grand ideas and plans that now I'm wondering if I had too much champagne when I wrote my plans for 2019. The truth is that I've always aimed higher than I should. I think I did pretty good with everything until October. I'll never figure out my need to keep up appearances. My life hasn't been a roller coaster. Oh no, that would be too easy. It's been like dodging icebergs through the cyclonic storms of the Southern Ocean- an idiotic voyage that most would avoid. I feel like I should have my shit together by now. I just turned 40. Most of the people I went to school with are living the (so-called) American Dream. I'm trying to find my dream. Or rather, which dream to pursue. So many ideas, so little time. I hate time, that judgemental bastard. More than anything, I'm tired. Not just because of my battle with chronic fatigue (thank you, Lupus!), but I'm tired of not knowing who I am, where I'm going, or even if I'm on the right path. I believe that God has a plan for everyone, but he also has a sense of humor. Cue Free Will. So I'm sure God has been amused watching me run in circles because I'm too much of a control freak to just stop and listen. My Soul Sister is taking me home with her Friday so I can clear my head and regroup. The best part of the Ozarks is the majestic feeling I get being surrounded by the lush forest. It's a snug cocoon where I can relax while the mountains stand guard around me. I can breathe. And this time, I might just listen.
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