The basic instincts of a human being rely upon the way he lives his life and its shortcomings. My instincts had me take, any roads barely. "The road(s) less taken" seems to be perfect phrase for me to show my lazy streak. Not that I am getting old a bit too fast, but that, walking is just not my forte. And so it seems, not walking much has made my veins stubborn enough to swell and block themselves from my precious venous system. The blood has declared war inside my veins sparing no way for a cease fire of any sorts.
Why, when, how, all type of questions were being raised. Is it the blood or the genes or may be it is lack of water that has resulted in such a grievous state of my health. but then, for the simplicity of all that is happening in my life, I concluded everything to one paramount reason of being unreasonably fat. Agreed there right? have not moved my body much and have tasted all kind of food that could reach my mouth without any efforts. So the illness is fat deep.
DVT itself doesn't seem to a problem. Take blood thinners and save yourself from any further damages. But unfortunately, an illness which is common in women, doesn't have a women oriented treatment at all. Bleeding out clots and hemoglobin dips are a major backstabbers. Not just physical but psychological effects are more unconventional. Visiting a number of specialist Doctors to waiting in a crowded place for an appointment in the most dangerous times when Corona is raging revenge on our dear Earth. Hematologist, vascular surgeons, Gynecologists', you name it, we got it. The worst part is the coordination amongst them to start a medicine to stop a medicine, to let go or to clinge to substantially meaningless conversations happening in mind.
