I guess I can share this with you all. Now that it's all behind me - I can laugh a little about it.

I woke up yesterday morning with weird pain in the back of my left leg, right behind the knee. Hard to explain - it seemed like a muscle strain but made no sense at all, because I had not done any exercise or anything that would've strained it the day before (or heck that entire week). It was painful enough, I couldn't place my weight on that leg.

I was posting to YLF yesterday morning while trying ice (which made it worse) then heat (which did nothing) then DH using yoga massage balls (helped a little) and gentle yoga stretching. Finally DH said, "you know what, why don't you go to the mall like you'd planned - and the walking around will be good for you. You've been housebound all week because of work and battling that cold, and you need the exercise."

So... I got dressed and out I went....

Unfortunately, as the day's shopping trip wore on (just two hours - but I *did* get some great stuff and bargains to boot), the leg worsened, until I was limping so bad, and wincing with every step, that strangers and store clerks were stopping me asking me if I was okay. Bloomie's store clerk even insisted on taking me down the freight elevator, to save steps, and helped me to my car (they give such excellent service there - I am a devoted fan for life now!).

I called my doctor, he told me to go to the ER asap. Because I have a history of mini-strokes, and strokes run in the family. He wanted to rule out DVT/blood clot.

Sooooo.... I wound up limping into the ER by myself, while my DH took the car to pick the girls up. I was in tears at this point, scared I was going to stroke out, and in terrible pain. They put me in a wheelchair (first time for that one!) and the wait wasn't too terribly long in the waiting room.

The funny, fashion-related part: I kept getting asked by the triage people, "why are you dressed so nice, if you are in such pain" and I'd have to explain over and over "because I thought I could walk it out in the mall!"

And then when I got into an ER room, the nurse took one look at my skinnies and said, "I'm going to guess that if you pass out, you don't want us cutting those off of you .... so perhaps you should take them off now and put on this gown instead?"

Believe it or not, despite my fear going to the ER, this thought had, indeed, crossed my mind!! What if I collapsed on the way and they had to cut off my favorite new jeans??? ACCKKK!

Anyway, making a long story short, many hours and x-ray and ultrasound tests later - it wasn't a DVT - they couldn't find anything wrong. Well... obviously something is wrong. They just don't know what. They said it is a muscle issue, which they agreed was quite weird, considering I had done absolutely nothing to cause any strain. I said to the guy, "And you docs know nothing about how to treat muscle issues, right" and he admitted, "yeah."

So I was sent home with pain killers and Motrin and RICE instructions (been there done that - this is nothing new for me - just different muscles this time) and a referral to a PT. Been the PT route before and it hasn't helped. However, my GP knows what to do next - we have ruled out everything except fibromyalgia. So he already has a plan in mind, when the fibro reared its ugly head again, on how to manage that.

Soooo.... I am stuck in bed with leg elevated, laptop on my lap, and I'm afraid you're all stuck with me posting a lot today out of boredom!! As soon as DH gets back with the Rx's I may even get a little loopy. Or I may feel better enough to be able to stand long enough to at least finish the closet rotation - and maybe take a few more photos so you can help me decide what to wear to that interview on Tuesday.

I'm going to that interview no matter what... hopefully by then, I'll feel better. But even if not, I will wear heels and I will hobble through the one or two hours.

Anyone else ever worry about favorite clothing getting cut off and ruined if there was ever any ER emergency? I know one shouldn't worry about that, if your life is at stake, but I get attached and affectionate towards certain clothes!

Guess this is a sign that I must track down another pair of Earnest Sewn size 24 dark was skinnies.... somewhere.... so I can duplicate.