So, I had a sore leg and went to the doctor, which I hate to do, and was told I have a blood clot in my lower leg. Its superficial, no problem they say, as long as it doesn't move up to your upper thigh. Woke up Thursday with a red, swollen thigh. Appointment with the Vascular surgeon on Thursday afternoon. Told I could either go on blood thinners for the next 6 months with a lab appointment each week or have outpatient surgery on Friday afternoon. Chose the surgery. 3-4 day recovery sounded better than 6 months of grief. Just got home from the Dr. and got a call, "your insurance wont pay for the procedure unless you get admitted to the hospital tonight". Into the hospital I went. Had my last food at 2000 Thursday night. Got poked and prodded all night and next morning. Had surgery at 1330 on Friday. Back to the room by 1530. The anesthesia kicked my arse! Massive headache, vomiting, loopy. Doc comes in at 2000 and says maybe you should stay overnight. NEGATIVE, I'm going home. OK says he. Wife gets me home and as soon as I got out of the car and smelled the mountain air and the wood smoke I immediately felt better. Finally ate something at 2130 and drank a Gatorade.
Moral of the story...There's no place like home! :msp_thumbup:
Moral of the story...There's no place like home! :msp_thumbup: