Compression Socks - Day 3

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. The ankles look beautiful. My lower legs feel as if they have been repeatedly beat on. They feel bruised and are very tender to the touch. As ugly as the swelling was, there was no pain involved. Makes me go hmmmm.

If I were a doctor, and I am not by any means, I would probably suggest to myself that I get a less firm compression. So I think that's what I will do.

I know there is someone out there thinking to themselves... why doesn't she just go to the doctor? The answer is simple. I have. Many of them. In 2005 I had so many different doctors and specialists that that is all I did was go to the doctor. Every stinking week, many times more than once a week. I was at one point on so many pills, that I spent about two years of my life high on prescription medicine. It was enjoyable while it lasted, but when I finally got off of all the crap I was on it was like the world suddenly had color and meaning again. I like colors, thank you.

This is not to say that if I am terribly ill that I will avoid a doctor. I know that doctors save many lives. But I also believe that people have been conditioned to go to one for the least little thing. And I HAVE gone for the swelling. And the "rain pain". Many times. We've ruled out heart problems and blood clots as the cause of the swelling and there is still no definite answer about the rain pain although the last time I talked to one about it she said it was probably rheumatoid arthritis. Have you SEEN the side effects of RA meds? Yeah... again, no thank you. It's much more fun for me to complain here where I can get complete strangers to read about it. That's just how I roll.