Normally I don’t blog about super personal information, but I’m in the mood so why not.
This last week I developed a blood clot in my leg. It’s a superficial one and responding quite well to basic home treatments, so I’m not very likely to die (though it is still painful). Honestly, I’ve known for my entire life that I inherited poor circulation in my lower extremities, but I kind of assumed it would never amount to anything worse than chronically cold feet. At least while I’m still in my 30s, you know? But blood clots does explain why I would periodically get fingerprint-sized bruises in random spots on my legs.
The event managed to hit me right in the emotions.
Unfortunately, a few days prior to this happening, my husband commented that I’ve been getting a lot of migraines lately, and I had an “Oh shit” moment. A number of things that I had attributed to a combination of stress and sleep deprivation could actually be signs of mini strokes, so I’m pretty freaked out. If I’ve been getting blood clots in my legs, then there’s a chance of getting them in my brain. I do not want to have a stroke and turn into a vegetable. I like being the way I am, and using my mind as much as I do. Everything I want in life revolves around being a functional person.
Angst angst angst.
At the very least, I did let a few of my usual habits slip over the winter, so hopefully getting off my butt and back into daily exercise in will help improve my health, with a strong imperative of “DON’T BE LAZY AGAIN.”
I am not remotely thrilled at being prone to this sort of problem.