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24 September 2008 : Not a Very Bad Day
I thought all of you (two) who read this would like to know that my ultrasound this morning came out squeaky bitchin' clean, by which I mean not only did they not find a blood clot (well, the same one, really) anywhere, but they also did not find any scar tissue or anything else abnormal, which means that as far as DVT survivors go, I TOTALLY WIN.
In your face, suckers.
And though I have yet to get word on the 18 million vials of blood drawn to be tested today (which was better than the 27 million drawn on my birthday last year), for the time being I am assured that I am as healthy as I am capable, despite that nagging pain in my leg. The final absolute word in DVT diagnosis should be in by this time on Friday.
Until then, I'm going to eat some ice cream and read some more of this awesome book, and listen to some more of this amazing album (at least until my package arrives from amazon containing every other item in his discography), and be grateful for the sunshine, and my pretty hair, and my supportive friends, my mother, and maybe even my (annoying) (hairy) cats.
I hate to be a cliche, but relief is a wonderful, giddy thing that makes the sky bluer and the coffee smoother. Now if only it would shave my legs for me.
posted by lindsay at 16:22 ::
I thought all of you (two) who read this would like to know that my ultrasound this morning came out squeaky bitchin' clean, by which I mean not only did they not find a blood clot (well, the same one, really) anywhere, but they also did not find any scar tissue or anything else abnormal, which means that as far as DVT survivors go, I TOTALLY WIN.
In your face, suckers.
And though I have yet to get word on the 18 million vials of blood drawn to be tested today (which was better than the 27 million drawn on my birthday last year), for the time being I am assured that I am as healthy as I am capable, despite that nagging pain in my leg. The final absolute word in DVT diagnosis should be in by this time on Friday.
Until then, I'm going to eat some ice cream and read some more of this awesome book, and listen to some more of this amazing album (at least until my package arrives from amazon containing every other item in his discography), and be grateful for the sunshine, and my pretty hair, and my supportive friends, my mother, and maybe even my (annoying) (hairy) cats.
I hate to be a cliche, but relief is a wonderful, giddy thing that makes the sky bluer and the coffee smoother. Now if only it would shave my legs for me.
Labels: it's a sickness
posted by lindsay at 16:22 ::
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I'll shave your legs for you, my wondrous friend. I love you.
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