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.
My Soul Sister sent me a funny meme stating that we'll likely be getting kicked out of a nursing home for raising Hell. She's probably right. As I was reminiscing about all of our antics, I glanced down the tattoo I have on my right foot. We celebrated our friendship with coordinating tattoos during her Christmas visit. I suddenly had a thought- what if we end up with some type of severe memory loss while we're raising Hell as two old ladies? I wonder if that has happened to anyone. Imagine being a 75 year old with dementia. Not only do you have problems remembering the names of people, but what if one day you look down and see a tattoo of slice of peanut butter bread on your foot and you have no freaking idea why it's there? Since I'm tattoo lover, I've been considering writing the background stories of each work of art that adorns my body just in case I one day need a refresher. As it is, I'm 38 and frequently ask my daughter to count the ones I can't see. I know I'm not the only person to glance in the mirror while changing and think- oh, yeah, forgot I had that one there! Besides, if I have to rely on my kids to explain the history of my tattoos I have a strong suspicion that it will be much more outlandish than the original.
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