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They stuck me with a needle. I hate needles (because of knitting I keep wanting to spell it Kneedle... kinda like Knife). They drew blood for a lab test (sample sent to the hospital for testing) to see if I might have a blood clot. The doctor was kind of funny about it (in a serious sort of way). He said I had trauma, there's one. Then asked if I was on birthcontrol, there's two. Then I said I'd been laying and sitting down alot because I've been sick, there's three. And the pain in my calf is in roughly the correct spot for a blood clot. So he sent me off to be tested, and took my phone number and gave me his because he'll get the lab results, then call me. If he doesn't call, I'm to call him. If the results are positive, I'm to get myself to the ER for an MRI asap. If verified, I would presumably (based on my little bit of online reading) get stuck with more needles (and possibly have to stick myself with them!!! EEEKKK!!!) and then be on pills for a while.
And yes, I currently have NOTHING better to do than post blow by blow accounts of my painful saga.
And yes, I currently have NOTHING better to do than post blow by blow accounts of my painful saga.