I had “pitting edema” meaning you could push into the swollen parts of my leg with your fingers, and make fingerprints that stayed for a while. Sexy, I know.
DP had spent some quality time on the internet, and had decided that I needed to call the doctor. As I bully him to see the doctor from time to time, I agreed. I knew he was right. There was something definitely wrong with my leg.
My doctor’s office took this all very seriously. I called in the morning. They saw me at 1230. My own doctor was away, so I saw another member of the practice. .I was booked in for an ultrasound at GRH at 230. I was directed to go straight to the hospital, and not to leave the hospital until I had been cleared to leave by the ultrasound tech.
The doctor suspected DTV. Meaning if the suspected clot dislodged, I could have a stroke. Fun. I couldn’t go straight to the hospital, as I had the kids with me. But I dropped them off at home with DP, and headed to the hospital. I even paid for parking. Obviously, that was me taking the threat of a stroke very seriously.
There was no DVT. Great news. So likely SVT or phlebitis. Wrap it. Ice it. Elevate it. Take ibuprofen. Take it easy.