I have an appointment with a vascular surgeon this morning, to see if anything can be done to fix the varicose veins in my legs. (Most days I think my children were worth it!) I had an ultrasound done on them in the summer, and the technician sighed and tut-tutted and "I've never seen veins this bad on someone so young!'ed" so much that I left feeling like a hideous, deformed freak of nature and cried the whole way home. The mere thought of the surgery makes me nauseous and faint, but I'd really like to wear shorts again, so lets hope they can fix me. Fingers crossed!
Update: I didn't get quite the answer I wanted. They can fix my legs, but it's gonna cost me. A lot. More than Hubs is gonna be willing to pay. I was going to crawl back in bed to cry and feel sorry for myself, but I decided to pick Bad up from the babysitter early so that I can crawl back into HIS bed, and hold him while HE naps, and count my blessings instead.
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Oh good luck, babe. You'll be fine. Having babies does glorious things to your body, doesn't it?
What about a second opinion? I'm not suggesting that you shop around for the cheapest option -- and end up doing drive-through surgery with a doctor who doesn't have a license -- but there have to be other options.
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