For the sake of L.L. Cool Joe's peace of mind, I am going to try to keep this post free of medical TMIs. :-)
I have gotten over the mild hysteria triggered by my first sclerotherapy appointment, and I now feel that it is going well. I had a second appointment already, and it was much easier. Now that I've gotten past my fear of the unknown, it doesn't seem like that big of a deal.
It's still uncomfortable; my leg is sore; and the compression stocking is so tight that I'm surprised my eyeballs aren't bulging. But I can handle it. I'm actually looking forward to my next appointment, in a couple of weeks. Every appointment is one step closer to sexy legs!
My workplace is going through some major changes, which is kind of stressful, but good in the sense that I have something very distracting to keep my mind off the fact that my stocking is digging a line into the back of my knee whenever my leg is bent. (Don't worried. I was measured for the stocking and it was "applied" at my first visit by a professional. I'm pretty sure that it is supposed to be this tight. At any rate, my toes haven't turned black and fallen off, even when I wore the stocking overnight, so that's encouraging.)
I always seem to get stuck between two bosses at work, trying to keep both of them happy with me although they disagree vehemently with each other. Since my step-dad retired, I thought that part of my work life might be behind me, but the same dynamic has sprung up again, just with different bosses. I suppose it's my destiny. It's not that bad; I've had years to develop coping mechanisms, and it's a lot easier when there isn't any overlap between work and family.
That's about it for this week! Later, skaters. xo