Okay, technically fall is still officially a week or so away but Sunday we had football on our TV, chili in the crockpot, and Oktoberfest beer in our fridge, and yesterday I broke out my black boots so whatever, I’m calling it.
Also, this cat .gif seems appropriate to represent my whole coming out of unintentional blogging hibernation.
Along with wearing my fabulous knee-high black boots, yesterday I also had a follow-up appointment with my vascular surgeon, Dr. Stanley. Last time I saw him was back in March which holy shit, seems like a fucking lifetime ago and not just a mere six months.
I’m now over one year post-deep vein thrombosis and I had know at my last appointment back in March he said my leg was looking good and this was just a follow-up. When he walked in, he said “How’s my runner doing?” and my leg is still looking good, thanks to my compression socks. (I can’t believe I was so reluctant to wear them for months. Months, I tell you. Then, once I just accepted my fate and started wearing them, oh, hey, turns out they work really well.)
Speaking of accepting my fate, the one thing we didn’t discuss was a change in my medication. I’m pretty much now convinced I’m going to be on blood thinners for life which, ugh. Honestly, I’m mostly lamenting all the tattoos I won’t ever be getting because the blood thinners would fuck up the healing process. This is not helped by the fact that my co-worker got the most amazing Harry Potter tattoo a couple of weeks ago and I AM SO JELLY.
Love from the ashes,