2 Doctors, 2 Diagnoses
I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t my doctor, so I was a bit uncomfortable. I told him about the swelling and that I had some numbness. He totally ignored the swelling and focused on the numbness. He decided I should go for a nerve conduction test. So I got that set up for June. (I don’t know if I’ll go because I don’t think it has anything to do with my nerves.) That doctor blamed my weight on the problem, tried to say I had diabetes, and basically thought I just had fat ankles. He didn’t touch my feet to see that they were in fact swollen.
By last night at about 7, my leg had gotten swollen up above my knee. It was increasing in swelling at about an inch every hour. My mom and I were worried, so we went to the ER. I told them about the swelling and that I was coughing and having shortness of breath. They got me back by 10. (That’s fast at that particular ER, especially on a Friday night.) The doctor was concerned (and intrigued by my swollen feet) and did a blood test on me and an ultrasound. He thought I could have a blood clot. I didn’t, but the blood protein that indicates clots was high. He said that could be any number of things. (I think it could have just been that they didn’t shake the tubes of blood enough, so they started to clot on their own.)
Oh, I got stuck twice last night by two very cute ER nurses. (They were guys.) The first time, they got nothing. The second time, the vein kept rolling and stopping it’s flow. Then it blew. So now I have two wrists that hurt from blown veins. I told my mom that if I ever decided to kill myself, it was pretty obvious that slitting my wrists would not be a good thing and probably wouldn’t work.
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