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.
December is knocking at my door, yet I'm unable to open it. As much as I want this year to be over, I'm not ready for December. I'm behind on everything in my life at the moment. Moving is my priority. We're supposed to hand over an ungodly amount of money and sign the lease on a house over in the next town tomorrow morning. I've complained about having a slumlord but I didn't realize our rent is below the average. Not only is it $400 more a month, but the utilities will probably double too. This is the reason I tried to avoid it, but with two weeks to be out of this house, my stress convinced me it was a good idea. Everything will probably work out, but the anxiety is still there. And I feel so bad. Mentally and physically drained. I can barely stay awake for two hours, how the hell am I going to move?
After going to bed at 2am, my bladder woke me at 1pm. It took an hour to get out of bed and eat. I don't know where the day went or what I've even done. All I want is my bed. I don't know if I'm stuck in the foggy outer edge of my mind or hiding from the growing list of responsibilities and obligations. I can't keep up and I don't want to go on. Whoever stole my energy is welcome to it, but please bring back my brain.
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