I'm a bit down right now and not because of the depression. During this last time out my left leg swelled up like something I didn't want attached to my body. Well, it was a pain, too. So, yesterday afternoon I called the consulting nurse at our clinic and told her my symptoms. She said, "You need to go into urgent care at 3:00 when they open because they might need to do an ultrasound."

Ultrasound?

Yeah, of my left leg to check the blood flow of the veins. Needless to say, the nice young woman found a clot in the popliteal vein.

I'm on 7 days bed rest.

I'm on Warfarin.

Plus, I'm giving myself twice daily injections of Enoxaparin for the next 4 to 6 days. They're given in my stomach.

One thing about this experience is having people really concerned about me suddenly dying which isn't all that likely, but is a possibility. One nurse told me that in twelve years she's never seen a patient die, which is kind of good news.

Anyway, I should be doing something, but I'm kind of down right now. I have to go in for another blood test in the morning. I've got a lot of blood tests ahead.

Life is such a blast sometimes.