Well, I didn't tell anybody, but you know how a secret gets out in a family. California never had such a fierce wildfire! Last week on Friday, I had surgery on my left leg. This will be the second time in 9 years to remove varicose veins. I wasn't really keen on it, except that this constellations of veins were causing a good deal of discomfort.
The surgery went fairly quickly. The surgeon closed off the main vein feeding the varicosities using laser technology. This wasn't done the first time and caused a pooling of intramuscular bleeding. My bruises were huge and took weeks to fade. After sealing this vein from groin to knee, he then removed the offending veins from the knee to the ankle.
I was sent home to keep my leg elevated for a few days. I recall that the first time we did this, I had to wear comprehesion hose for one month. This was a cinch compared to last time. My wounds were wrapped in guaze and then tightly wrapped with a huge ace bandage. I had to keep the ace on until Tuesday morning, then return for an ultrasound to ensure that the surgery was effective and that there were not blood clots.
All good. Except that I found that I was weak as a puppy the first two days back at work. I don't quite remember that part happening last time. I'm not THAT much older. REALLY. I didn't have to challenge my energy the first few days since I was supposed to have my leg elevated. But chasing middle schoolers and enduring vigorous debate with high schoolers just wore me out!
I'm feeling much better and looking forward to getting back to my walking. I know, I know . . . start slow and work up.
I'm not surprised. I'm glad you made it through the back to work days without incident.
I know that we talked last summer about the possibility of you getting your leg stripped, but I think our conversation ended there. I was really surprised to find that you'd ALREADY HAD the surgery, when you called. I'd have felt better if I'd been allowed to be there to obsess and worry, but you came through fine without me!
I'm happy to say that I'M the one who ratted you out to Our-Sister-The-Nurse. I hope she had sufficiently pithy comments for you about failing to notify the family of impending surgery! *G*
I hope that leg feels better. Love you, sissy!
It must be really, really uncomfortable to go through that procedure even once--let along twice! I feel for you. Hope you get along with your recuperation, swimmingly.