In September 2016, when I walked out of the hospital after meeting with my first Vascular Surgeon who told me, “Yeah, I don’t know what you have…” I. Was. Frustrated. (To say the least.) So frustrated that I said, “To hell with the medical community!”
The backstory is as follows:
10 years ago I made the rounds to many a doctor: primary care, sports medicine, neurologist, gynecologist, etc etc. Why? Because I had bi-lateral calf swelling: swelling in both calves. I described the sensation like I had a blowfish swimming around in my legs which would slowly expand itself filling my calves and make them feel uncomfortable. I spent months trying to figure it out with my primary care doctor and I was dedicated to figuring it out. So dedicated that for one month I tracked my leg measurements (three times a day!) and everything that I did (for exercise) and ate/drank. Each day I had a worksheet to fill out… like a lame-o.
At the end of my month of tracking, my doctor could correlate nothing to my condition. The best he could come up with was, “It’s all in your head.”
My mom was concerned and suggested that I speak with her physical therapist (who she had seen for back pain). For weeks we worked together on my hip flexors to realign my body. As we worked together my swelling subsided and I felt “in the clear.” So… it was my hip flexors. Right?
Well, in September 2016 at my wits end with the medical community, I started seeing a kinesiologist. Remember, my knee hurt which is what I was trying to address. The swelling (in my mind) was a byproduct of the knee pain.
We worked together 2-3 times per week. I was prescribed thirty minutes of stretches to do each morning and night, lacrosse ball massages, and a high(er) protein diet. While together there were intense massages of my back, neck, and legs.
Two months later… nothing. The swelling was worse. I went crawling back to the medical community… depressed… fragile… confused… annoyed…