My euphoria, sans Pain Management appointment, was short-lived. I’ve had a sore leg for a few days/weeks (I’d scratched it on the shower screen a few weeks ago) which hasn’t got any better. I suspect cellulitis, as well as a particularly annoying varicose vein, so I attended the walk-in centre at the hospital after work. The lady I saw was again, very good; she was patient and took time with me. She checked my heart beat, lungs etc. but when it came to the blood pressure my heart sank, I always have problems getting my blood pressure checked because of the lipoedema in my arms. It is excruciatingly painful. Despite my best efforts to pronounce lipoedema, (I think most health care professionals only hear lymphoedema), and explain I am better with a wrist monitor, she proceeded to use a small cuff on my forearm. I thought, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad here as in my upper arm, WRONG, it was excruciating, I’m sure she looked at me like I was over-reacting, or over-acting. I let her continue despite the pain until a reading was reached; 160/105mmHg. Too high, she said. (That’s because I was being tortured, anyone’s blood pressure is bound to rise under those conditions). I checked later on and there is a distinct bruise, on my arm, where this torture had occurred. I’m not really complaining, I think overall she did a splendid job, in comparison to other healthcare professionals I’ve come across. Lo and behold, my own diagnosis was right, I have got cellulitis and she has given me antibiotics (Flucloxicillin) for a week, she also said I should go to my GP about my varicose veins.
This goes some way to explaining why I’ve been feeling generally quite low and run-down, I thought is was mainly due to having a busy week and not being able to rest as much as I’d like. Hopefully, the antibiotics will kick in quickly and I’ll start to feel better, I’ve booked next week off work and although I’m hoping to rest and recuperate a little, I am also hoping to get a few things done around the house. I need to feel a bit more on top of my game for that as housework is already a struggle when you are living with lipoedema, fibromyalgia and are a buxom beauty (trying out positive affirmation to help my mood).
P.S. – I just looked up buxom out of interest in the dictionary/thesaurus and was quite tickled by the synonym “well-upholstered”, I may just use this expression in future in place of fat, which has become such a derogatory term. From this day forward, I shall proclaim loudly, “I am not fat… I am just well-upholstered”.