Two days ago, I scraped my leg on the open door of the dishwasher. For most people, that isn't a big deal, but for someone with lymphedema, it can be very serious. I didn't feel great yesterday, but I attributed it to overdoing it. This morning, I woke up in pain. I hurt everywhere! I thought it was a fibro flare. Then I got stabbing pains in my leg, and discovered that it was infected. Then the neuropathy pain started in my other leg. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck!
I called the hospital to make an appointment with Wound Care.
Right after I set that up, my ophthalmologist called saying that he needed to see me as soon as possible. He said that he'd had a lengthy discussion with the retina specialist that he'd referred me to last month, and they're concerned and need to run some additional tests. I don't want to be a pessimist, but it's just never a good thing when the doctor himself calls.
After feeling so great the past few weeks, I feel like I've been hurled back into the world of debilitating chronic pain, doctor's appointments, tests, uncertainty...
As bad as I feel physically, I refuse to go to a bad place emotionally. Yes, I'm disappointed. I wanted to keep progressing, getting better every day. This is my journey, though, and I can't change the reality of my situation. I'm doing what I can to regain my health; this didn't happen because I ate poorly or didn't take care of myself. It's just part of the journey. I'm going to continue to do what I can to get better, and I know that when I'm feeling better, I'm going to appreciate it more than ever!
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