This photo, which I took on Monday, doesn't even begin to show how deeply eggplant purple my foot and ankle have become. In addition, I've had so much swelling that it's difficult (damned near impossible) to get my right shoe on, and trouser socks cut off my circulation at the top.
Thus, I made a trip to see my (new) doctor yesterday... and ended up in the third hospital I've been in in seven days.
Since I've already tested positive for carrying the Factor V Leiden genetic marker as someone with a predisposition for blood clots, having an elephant cankle raised my new doc's eyebrows up into her hairline.
Yup. She sent me straight to the emergency room for Doppler imaging to make sure I'm not experiencing any more* blood clots.
The good news?
No blood clots that they can see.
The PITA news?
No more fooling around with that aspirin-a-day nonsense that's gotten me by for the past four years. I've now got five day's worth of Lovenox injections twice a day (no worse than giving yourself an insulin shot) while I'm building up my Coumadin tolerance. Dr. Hot Stuff (and she is) tells me in (in no uncertain terms) that I'll be on the Coumadin for the rest of my life. Oh, joy. It's not so bad, I guess. I just hate to have to report in once a month for a protime test.
Considering the alternatives, however, that's not such a big sacrifice.
Anyhoo, I go back to see Dr. Hot Stuff on Monday.
Geeze. It's probably been two years since I've darkened a doctor's doorstep. I certainly am making up for lost time....
*About four years ago I ended up at St. Joe's because I woke up one fine Sunday morning to discover that my left thigh was twice the circumference of the right thigh. I spent four days in the hospital and another ten days of bed rest at my brother's house because I couldn't climb the stairs to get to my own condo for fear of a clot breaking loose and going straight to a bad place. Uck. (The clot and attendant treatment. Not being at my bro's house.)