Thrombosis Summer, Part Deux . . .
Venter’s Note: If you haven’t read Thrombosis Summer Part One , I’d recommend scrolling down a bit or clicking here to get caught up. The night after my doctor’s appointment, I went to bed more relaxed than I had been in a while. There was something comforting about all my tests coming back positive. For the first time in years, I went to sleep without the niggling fear that I might not wake up the next day. Good night. Sleep Tight. And pleasant dreams to me. The next morning, I woke up with a cramp in my right leg. Nothing too severe; I walked it off by the time I made it to the bathroom, where my fully functioning (according to medical science) kidneys performed as advertised. I limped back to the bedroom for another hour of shuteye, feeling my calf muscle loosen with every step. A typical Friday morning. Once I made it to the store, I reported my doctor’s findings to my co-workers, relishing their stunned looks as I recited my passing score...