These feet are really looking stupid now, and I took them for the doctor to have a laugh at today. He didn’t find them funny at all. In fact, he took them very seriously, right away requested urine and blood tests to check out my liver, kidneys and other parts, and ordered the midwife to pay me a home visit in the morning armed with the results.
The answerphone message I got from her said she’d be with me before midday; she didn’t expect me to be out, as I’d obviously be resting. I didn’t know I was meant to be resting. It must be worse than I thought. I’m very happy though, not to have to heave myself back into the car to go to the surgery again (I move as though crippled).
I’m glad he took this seriously. Ankles fatter than your head is obviously not a good thing, and this is the third time I’ve pointed it out to my care givers.
I’ll interpret rest in my own way, as duvet, daytime TV and plenty of cake.