That is some cool positive advice the Lone Crab gives. My take is that the body needs time to restore energy and wellness. It is hard but looks like accepting things you can not change. Writing about the feeling you are experiencing on bed rest could be a topic to get back writing and doing everything you are not able to do now. Hang in there. Lifting you up in prayer. ((hugs))
My feet swell sometimes. I've had DVT twice in one leg, once in the other. I'm very careful. But yesterday... there was a swollen bruise on my right leg. I pressed it to see how badly swollen. It indented more than 1/2 inch but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.
I know I sound bitter.
Hope the knot is minor and discoloration normal. And... hopefully the doctor can come up with a plan that suits you.
As for school... I'm too old unless it's free. I learn a lot by traveling and reading articles on the internet and by talking with people about their experiences. Textbooks have limits.
My feet happen to feel just like that today. I had to go out to a doctor appointment and the post office. It didn't take much to get mine screaming in pain. btw: stepping on a Lego is the worst! You probably already know that.
My mother is in Bitch Mode. It started last night. When my husband left work, he couldn't get the car started. It's done this before and it's fixable. It was a dark and stormy night, so after messing with it for 20 minutes, he called his dad for a ride home. When I said I felt bad for my husband having to deal with this after working 12 hours, she told me it's karma. Apparently, he should have fixed it by now. After all, there were several times it messed up on her and she's an old lady that had to do it herself. Plus, she didn't understand why we weren't all outside getting pelted with rain in the dark of night, under a tornado watch, trying to get the car home. She has to vote. We might need bread. Really? The way she goes about saying or asking things gets under my skin. I told her last night, my FIL took him to work this morning, when he gets off work, they'll see what they can do. The woman just came in here and asked. "Is Corey going to try to get the car home tonight or is he going to not bother fixing it while he's home tomorrow?" Bloody hell. I really wish I'd get an unexpected inheritance from a long lost billionaire relative so I can send this woman off to The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (for the elderly and beautiful).
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