*Warning: discussion of health issues and bodily fluids will ensue. You’ve been warned.*
So I have a health issue known as Edema. My body swells up with excess fluid. I take a drug daily to help me pee out the excess liquid, but lately it’s not as effective as it once was. After I take it, I need bathroom breaks about every 30 to 60 minutes for a couple of hours as the drug works it’s magic. Mostly, the swelling is limited to my feet. Mostly. The swelling can also be painful; it’s very rarely painful enough to interfere with walking, but sometimes that happens too.
I was just at a Steampunk convention in Detroit over the weekend, and my Edema was in rare form. I almost couldn’t get my shoes on on Saturday, making me late for a group photo event I had looked forward to. In fact, I missed the event entirely (it was short) though I did get there in time to snap a few photos of the group in our uniforms. Still, it was really depressing. Usually, mornings are when the swelling is at its lowest, but not that day.
I also wear compression stockings. Sexy, they are not. What they ARE is hot, itchy, and the nylon doesn’t breathe at all, making me prone to acquiring athlete’s foot infections. I hate wearing them. Hate. I tend not to wear the stockings much in the summer, especially if I’m wearing shorts. This, however, means I’ll pay for it with increased swelling for a couple of days afterwards. It’s a trade-off, and sometimes the timing of the downside is unpredictable.
My Edema is one of many signs of getting older. While I understand this on an intellectual level, emotionally I’m not ready for my body to start breaking down quite so soon. I’d hoped for at least another decade before I started to fall apart. It’s depressing, though thankfully, it’s the worst of my health problems for now.
It also means that I may have to stop cosplaying. I enjoy Steampunk events, but if I’m stuck in my room for an extra hour every morning because I can’t get my shoes on, I’m going to miss an awful lot of stuff. There is enough disappointment in my life right now without intentionally adding to it.
I can confirm that compression stockings are not sexy. For a few months I had to wear the thigh high ones, because I had a series of pulmonary embolisms. Once I’d been on blood thinners and stopped throwing PWs, I only have to wear them when I fly, which isn’t very often. I’m sorry that are stuck with the them, and the diuretics too. Getting older is not for wimps.
Getting old does certainly suck, Bill! Hope the doctors can find better ways to help you!