The Key to Pulling Oneself Out of Sadness Is Not Just "Deciding to Be Happy"
Today, I felt sad. Today, I felt defeated. For those unaware, I have been on anticoagulant therapy ( warfarin/Coumadin ) for nearly two months now, following a pulmonary embolism I had in August. This has changed my life in a number of ways, and I discovered another little side effect last night. Last night, my best friend and I went to the Texas State Fair, and I did more walking and standing than I had since before the embolism. My legs and feet were sore afterwards, but I was glad to feel like things were getting back to normal for me, and that I was out and about again. Today, however, I've been paying for it. In addition to my leg muscles being sore, I had little red pinprick bruises all over my lower legs, from where capillaries burst and bled into the surrounding tissue, taking longer to clot due to the warfarin. Once back at home, I was doing okay for awhile - just keeping my feet elevated, as instructed by the doctor. Then I started thinking about how not even three...