For the past few months I've been doing a daily dose of leg exercise. The kind where I'm grunting & straining & pulling & twisting.
A few four letter words may escape from my lips while the dog & cat look on. And I swear they're laughing at me.
These poor little legs of mine have been subjected to the horror of compression hose since September. While it hasn't been comfortable, nor very attractive, truth be told, I've pulled them on most mornings & tugged them off in the evenings.
All so that I could go in & have the procedure done that would rid me of the varicose veins that have been the bane of my existence.
**PS: I totally passed on the funny above - could have been, "the vein of my existence." You're welcome**
Yesterday morning Mr. Potts took me in for the procedure. The night before I'd worked myself up to the point of tears and had almost talked myself out of doing it.
I'm a big baby when it comes to pain & the thought of needles & lasers working on my leg had me terrified.
Thankfully, Mr. Potts wouldn't let me talk myself out of doing it. He kept reminding me how badly my leg would ache at the end of a long day on my feet. How in the summer I'd be wearing shorts & wouldn't fret over the veins in my calf.
I'm so glad he talked me down from the wall.
Because it wasn't all that I had worked myself up to believe it would be.
They administered a shot of a prescription sedative & I was set.
The details I'll leave out, since I don't think anyone really wants the graphics. However, if you want to know how it went or are thinking about this for yourself, please let me know & I'll be happy to share details.
When I took the wrappings off this morning I almost cried. While there are some slight bruises the veins in my calf are gone.
As in not there anymore. No more bulging, no more pain.
Y'all, I'll be wearing shorts in the summer & not worrying about the veins.
My Thankful Thursday, indeed!
A few four letter words may escape from my lips while the dog & cat look on. And I swear they're laughing at me.
These poor little legs of mine have been subjected to the horror of compression hose since September. While it hasn't been comfortable, nor very attractive, truth be told, I've pulled them on most mornings & tugged them off in the evenings.
All so that I could go in & have the procedure done that would rid me of the varicose veins that have been the bane of my existence.
**PS: I totally passed on the funny above - could have been, "the vein of my existence." You're welcome**
Yesterday morning Mr. Potts took me in for the procedure. The night before I'd worked myself up to the point of tears and had almost talked myself out of doing it.
I'm a big baby when it comes to pain & the thought of needles & lasers working on my leg had me terrified.
Thankfully, Mr. Potts wouldn't let me talk myself out of doing it. He kept reminding me how badly my leg would ache at the end of a long day on my feet. How in the summer I'd be wearing shorts & wouldn't fret over the veins in my calf.
I'm so glad he talked me down from the wall.
Because it wasn't all that I had worked myself up to believe it would be.
They administered a shot of a prescription sedative & I was set.
The details I'll leave out, since I don't think anyone really wants the graphics. However, if you want to know how it went or are thinking about this for yourself, please let me know & I'll be happy to share details.
When I took the wrappings off this morning I almost cried. While there are some slight bruises the veins in my calf are gone.
As in not there anymore. No more bulging, no more pain.
Y'all, I'll be wearing shorts in the summer & not worrying about the veins.
My Thankful Thursday, indeed!
