A Little Whining and Wingeing

WARNING: I am going to start by saying my varicose veins have become extremely painful over the past few days and then, I am going to really start complaining.  

It could be the heat, the additional excercise, or just the extra time on my feet doing housework that I would normally avoid (truly, I miss my beloved dishwasher), but the pain is keeping me awake at night and with the baby teething and the little boy barfing everywhere, I really don’t need another reason to lose sleep.

I hope this gets better when I resume normal life because I am, frankly, scared of medical intervention for small complaints. I worry the cure would be worse than the sickness. So, last night, as I lay in bed after a dose of children’s strength Gravol (it was all I had) I told myself I would try any natural remedy first, even leeches.

Image from BBC News article referrenced.

And then, writing this entry, I did my google search and, guess what? Leeches are used in the treatment of varicose veins and their cousin, hemorroids. And when I was lying bed, considering leeches over old-fashioned vein-stripping, I realised that there are some things that just won’t recover.

I don’t blame my children, pregnancy or birth for it. I don’t blame aging or some of the less then perfect health decisions I may have made over the years. I can’t walk around with both an ache and anger, even if it is just with myself. I just have to accept that my body is different now. I have to do accept it, but I don’t want to. 

At least I don’t have to worry about treating hemorroids with leeches.