I’m sitting in my comfy chair watching tv. Every now and then I stretch my legs and do a few ankle roles. Sounds simple but now I think about it. Every hour. Because last year at this time ( oddly around the time of World Thrombosis Day Oct 13) I was diagnosed with a DVT- deep vein thrombosis in my calf and now, stretching is not just something to do when I feel like it. It’s something I do every hour to save my life.
Well that’s a little dramatic, but you get the point. It’s strange that something that you never gave a second thought to suddenly is top of mind. I’ve become oddly focused on how my leg feels, all of the time.
Walking my dogs each morning typically my focus is “true crime podcasts”, but with each step I take I am aware of every tiny twinge, or feeling in my leg.
Engrained in my mind are the words the emergency doctor uttered before realizing I had two clots, not one, “If you feel it behind your knee then get back here- that’s where it will lodge before breaking loose- and you don’t want it to go any higher or then you’ll be in trouble.”
Her words bounce around in my head often.
When I get out of bed in the morning and I step down onto the floor I’m focussed — you see that’s when I first felt the oddness in my calf. It had appeared out of the blue, no warning. Perhaps I’d pulled it in the night? No.