Posts Tagged: compartment syndrome

When Your Doctor Rejects You.

So, I’m not gonna lie. I sorta feel like my last couple posts have been “bitch whine whine bitch” because that’s exactly what they’ve been. But I’m trying not to wallow too much. By now, the leg thing has become almost comical. But today, comical travelled to a new level. As I mentioned yesterday, I was supposed to have a followup appointment with the first vascular doctor I saw. He was the one who sent me to the orthopedist, thinking I had compartment syndrome. The orthopedist didn’t think I had compartment syndrome, and sent me back to vascular. However, the… I’m not done yet.

“Weekend” Update.

Something very strange has occurred within the past two days; namely, that I had two days off in a row, and therefore got to experience what I very rarely experience: a weekend. Monday was spent alternating between my couch and more couch, but I did make the trip to the vascular peeps to do more testing on my leg. They wanted to do a DVT ultrasound (to see if there was a blood clot), and to check the popliteal artery (to check – one more time – if it was compartment syndrome). I attempted to explain that I thought it… I’m not done yet.

Ping Pong.

It’s official: I am a ping pong ball in this game called “health.” Went to the orthopedist’s office today, hoping not to hear the word “surgery,” but since my mind tends to loom large that’s all I could think about. Not wanting surgery, but thinking surgery may happen. My appointment started about 40 minutes late, and after repeating my whole saga, the orthopedist said, “Well… I don’t think you have compartment syndrome. I think it’s more of a vascular issue.” My face, it seemed, remained frozen – half happy, half sad. Tragi-comedy at its finest. We talked about running, and… I’m not done yet.

RAWR. Grumble. sigh.

So. I went to a vascular specialist today who thinks that, again, my leg issue is compartment syndrome. Let’s look at the recap of this, which would probably be easier to explain via flowchart, but I’m not gonna make one of those. So we have the running pain, which led to the PT/injury screen visit, which led to no running, which led to the first mention of compartment syndrome, which led to my doctor visit, who said it wasn’t compartment syndrome, just lymphedema. GOOD OL’ LYMPHEDEMA. But I – because in my spare time, I’m also a doctor – refused… I’m not done yet.

An Open Letter to My Leg.

Dear leg, Right now, I’m not sure how much more I can handle from you. ┬áToday, I went to go get you checked out because you’ve been hurting (AGAIN) and I expected more of the same – slight injury, la la la. And of course I decided to do this on a day that I hadn’t shaved my legs (sorry, therapist dude, for the 2-day stubble), and of course my feet probably smelled and were unsightly (I’m still recuperating post-marathon), and I’m sorry for all of the little stretchy tests and resistance exercises I had to use you to do…. I’m not done yet.