Really, though - how embarrassing. But somewhere in the midst of all the Catholic calisthenics, I just started feeling hot and claustrophobic, as if the blood were not reaching my head. Which it probably wasn't, given my gimpy ET leg. So reluctantly, yesterday I pulled out my compression pantyhose from the maternity store. Such great irony: I detest pantyhose of any kind so much that when I was working in an accounting firm I would routinely get called in to HR for not wearing hose. So I launched a "no hose in the summer" campaign, and yay! - I was successful, although I think I pissed off HR when I interpreted summer to stretch into November.
ANYHOO, these dang hose didn't really seem to work at all yesterday. My leg still throbbed and ached: how in the freak was I supposed to get through the next 140 days without the ability to WALK? And what if I develop a blood clot and leave all these children motherless in Oklahoma....wwwwwwwwwwaaaa!
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