The good news is that doctors are somewhat closer to finding out what is wrong with me.
Last night the infection and swelling had made it’s way out of my foot, up my ankle, past my calf, and now into my knee.
I am off to a vascular surgeon as the feeling is that I need a vascular by-pass surgery on my leg. Of course they just did some tests that suggested I don’t need vascular surgery. It kind of feels like a line out of City Slickers. “I don’t know where we are going but we are making good time.”
So until then I am on another anti-biotic (actually it’s one that didn’t get the job done before) and I find myself on another waiting list.
I get asked if the process makes me angry. I don’t know about angry but it makes me anxious. The not knowing what is wrong with me causes me to feel some anxiety. Since anxiety is a feeling, I never know what to do with it.
If the news was bad, then I would just face it but the entire, “I think it is this” “No, I think it is that” keeps me awake at night. Well I don’t know if it is that or the pain but something is keeping me awake at night. It also makes it hard to figure out what to do. Do I cancel the hike to Grey Owl’s? Do we cancel our vacation to Calgary?
Anyways, it isn’t something that I factored into this summer.