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'm estranged from most of my father's family. I've been trying to rebuild the relationship with my grandmother over the years. On February 8th, she had a massive stroke. My aunt decided to put her in hospice since she wouldn't recover. She made a statement on Facebook, which I didn't see since we're not "friends". My great-uncle and I keep in touch and he sent me a link to her post on the 10th. Unfortunately, I didn't see his message until the 13th and she passed away on the 12th. I've never understood why more people in my father's family didn't reach out to me after he died. I was 18 and could have used the support. My husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary on the 14th as a winter storm hit. We had no power for days and I was growing concerned with the dropping temperature inside my house. (It was 25 degrees at one point.) Anyway, I decided not to go to the graveside service because I wasn't feeling well. Let me add that I don't feel well on a regular basis. Something hurts, I'm swollen, I'm exhausted, or I have a fever 50% of the time. Thank you, Lupus. With COVID running rampant, I really err on the side of caution and stay home. Turns out, my gall bladder needed to be removed. I'm a little fuzzy, but I had some kind of complication after the surgery so they kept me two nights instead of one. Now I'm home and I'm exhausted and in pain. I don't know how they can give a person Dilaudid for two days and then send them home with ten Tylenol 3. Thankfully I have some potent medical marijuana to ease it, but it knocks me out. I'm slowly feeling better and I hope after a couple of more days to stay awake all day instead of napping like a newborn. I've got to get back to things. The domestic responsibilities have piled up, as my WDC ones. I hate feeling unreliable and helpless. The past month has been a whirlwind of emotion. I don't think I've had time to process much of anything.
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