My appointment with the vein specialist yesterday went well.
As well as can be expected when you know walking in that varicose veins run in your family & you've already got them.
I learned quite a bit while I was there. Like the fact that all the things I'm currently doing to try & keep my legs as healthy as possible are the right things to do.
Elevate your legs after a long day? Check.
Take ibuprofen for pain? Check.
Walk to help increase blood flow? Check.
With all that, however, my insurance company requires a 3 month period of "conservative therapy". Which means that while I've been doing everything I should be that any corrective therapy (vein work) can't be done until I've worn a pair of medical grade compression stockings for 3 months.
The height of fashion, I tell you.
Thank God Fall is here, otherwise I wouldn't survive wearing these in the heat.
I'm supposed to wear these every day. Take a moment and envision me in these with my running shorts on working out.
Laughing yet? I am.
Probably not going to happen.
I will however, wear them as often as I can, especially when flying and when I'll be on my feet all day facilitating.
I found myself looking at these last night and thinking that if I could dye them jet black, I could potentially pull off the legging look with them. Then I remembered the pair of leggings I tried on in Target. Perhaps I was onto something there.
When I attempted to put these on this morning, I thought it would be a breeze. Like pulling on a pair of thick tights.
I forgot these are almost 40% spandex. Hahahahaha.
As I was bending and twisting and pulling and grunting Hayden & Pepe Cat sat in the doorway with their heads bent to the side. I'm sure they were wondering what I was doing that caused me to bend in funny positions and mutter obscenities under my breath.
I tugged & they didn't move.
I pulled and pulled. Not an inch.
I remembered the blue "helper" I was given to get them on. I used that to shroud my foot.
They moved an inch or so.
I scrunched down (anyone getting the vision of scrunchy socks?) and then attempted to smooth out.
Worked a bit more.
Finally, 15 minutes after I started they were on.
I looked ridiculous. My legs felt like sausages squeezed tight in a casing.
My legs were completely compressed...or encased, whichever way you want to think about it.
I have a feeling this will be a long three months.
Happy Friday, y'all!!!
As well as can be expected when you know walking in that varicose veins run in your family & you've already got them.
I learned quite a bit while I was there. Like the fact that all the things I'm currently doing to try & keep my legs as healthy as possible are the right things to do.
Elevate your legs after a long day? Check.
Take ibuprofen for pain? Check.
Walk to help increase blood flow? Check.
With all that, however, my insurance company requires a 3 month period of "conservative therapy". Which means that while I've been doing everything I should be that any corrective therapy (vein work) can't be done until I've worn a pair of medical grade compression stockings for 3 months.
The height of fashion, I tell you.
Thank God Fall is here, otherwise I wouldn't survive wearing these in the heat.I'm supposed to wear these every day. Take a moment and envision me in these with my running shorts on working out.
Laughing yet? I am.
Probably not going to happen.
I will however, wear them as often as I can, especially when flying and when I'll be on my feet all day facilitating.
I found myself looking at these last night and thinking that if I could dye them jet black, I could potentially pull off the legging look with them. Then I remembered the pair of leggings I tried on in Target. Perhaps I was onto something there.
When I attempted to put these on this morning, I thought it would be a breeze. Like pulling on a pair of thick tights.
I forgot these are almost 40% spandex. Hahahahaha.
As I was bending and twisting and pulling and grunting Hayden & Pepe Cat sat in the doorway with their heads bent to the side. I'm sure they were wondering what I was doing that caused me to bend in funny positions and mutter obscenities under my breath.
I tugged & they didn't move.
I pulled and pulled. Not an inch.
I remembered the blue "helper" I was given to get them on. I used that to shroud my foot.
They moved an inch or so.
I scrunched down (anyone getting the vision of scrunchy socks?) and then attempted to smooth out.
Worked a bit more.
Finally, 15 minutes after I started they were on.
I looked ridiculous. My legs felt like sausages squeezed tight in a casing.
My legs were completely compressed...or encased, whichever way you want to think about it.
I have a feeling this will be a long three months.
Happy Friday, y'all!!!
