I'm not going to go on and on about how tired I am of sitting on the couch with my leg elevated, but let me say one last thing about it. I am tired of sitting on the couch with my leg elevated.
It doesn't help matters that my dad scared the crap out of me on the phone today, telling me I should beware of fatal blood clots. I try to make a point of avoiding blood clots, especially the fatal kind, except when I get a cut and then I want a non-fatal blood clot. I know that lower leg blood clots are a serious matter and tend to happen on airplanes if you don't move around enough on a long flight. I never heard of it with a muscle pull or tear, but if I'm suddenly dead tomorrow I guess we'll all know why.
At least I got a bit of work done today. I felt ingenious because I took an ottoman from a living room chair and put it under the dining room table so I could put my leg up on it there. It's weird to have one's whole day revolve around trying to not stand up. I guess it could be worse; I could have a pulled or torn glute that would make it impossible for me to sit down. And wow, what if I had both and couldn't stand up or sit down?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment