This is NOT the Post I Was Expecting to Make Tonight

Holy Crap. The universe works in such strange ways. I finally made up my goal of 120 hours of extra work today, the last day of work before my trip. With only 3 short days to go before departure, I decided to start packing tonight. Got the suitcases out, started organizing all the medical stuff I had or bought, took the tags off of the new clothes that needed washing, while watching the Bachelorette and Project Glee with Jenna at the same time (we are behind). I noticed that my right ankle was swollen, but it didn't hurt. And then I noticed my calf and shin were swollen, too. Not as bad as when I had the cellulitis, but this was not normal. Pitting edema as well. Oh, I was just being anxious about the trip. I asked Jenna if it looked swollen to her, and it did. I have a busy weekend, with the antique flea market right early in the morning, and then Sam was going to be singing at his cousin's wedding at 1 pm. He wanted me there by 10ish. I don't have a doctor. And if I did, he/she wouldn't be in over the weekend. I needed to know what this was, because I was leaving for Africa in just 3 days (I remembered the IV antibiotics before going to Mexico for my cellulitis). I decided it was probably best to go to the ER, and go now, on a Friday night, when it was slow, and I would be done in time for the wedding. I was afraid it was a DVT -- Deep Vein Thrombosis, as I had an on again, off again pain in my right calf, but this was the first really of the swelling. So at 1230pm, off I went to Sky Ridge Emergency. Here is the picture of my laying on the ER bed, with the right swollen leg in full view. The doctor wasn't 100% sure, but the ultrasound in the morning would tell the story. I could not go to Africa with a DVT, and couldn't be sitting in a plane that long either. Strange. I had been very worried for the last several months about getting sick in Africa. I even finally bought medical insurance yesterday for overseas hospital transfer. I am numb. I am disappointed. Very. It is not worth risking anything, especially since I will most likely need daily shots and regualr blood tests. Damn! How friggin close. I don't think I will sleep tonight. It is already 230 am. Below: this was supposed to be the only photo of the day. My desk, miraculously clean. It is never clean. Anyone who ever sees my desk, remarks about the layers of papers and charts, and how do I know where anything is? Clean for 37 friggin' days..................