Trust me, that’s not nearly so exciting as it comes across.
I have bruises on the sides of my feet. Big, black and purple bruises, which don’t hurt but which also don’t have any direct attributal cause. Indirectly, maybe yes; I am thinking running but I don’t run hard or fast enough for that to be an issue. Eldest and I run three times a week and, trust me, we are the Queens of Not Overdoing It. Anytime the terrain gets rough, the land slopes uphill or even just that there are too many people in cars passing by (and possibly sneering), one or the other will grunt “Stop?” and the partner respond, “Hell, yes!”.
(Digressing slightly, haven’t I heard that have an exercise buddy is supposed to encourage you to stretch your limits? We contract ours. And the phase ‘going for a run’ really means ’15 -20 mins of gentle loping, followed by much panting and snail pace walking. Apparently, you are supposed to be able to talk while running. Our communication mostly consists of one or the other gasping a heartfelt “Fuck!, accompanied by quiet eyes of desperation.)
So the running hasn’t progressed much really but its still more exercise than I have done for a while and we are keeping on keeping on.
But the bruises? Nasty.
I vaguely wonder what they are and why my blood is leaking out of where it should be (within its defined parameters of veins and arteries, thank you, not tissue) but a little googling rapidly brings me to the conclusion that I shouldn’t. Google, that is.
No, it’s not worth going to the doctor because I can’t really afford his fee in the first place and he would probably send me to a specialist anyway, who I could afford even less but now with Bonus! Waiting! Time! In! Months!
If I can’t afford diagnosis in the first place, then how the heck can I afford any treatment if it is a treatable something, mild or otherwise? If it’s not serious, it will probably go away by itself. If it is serious, I already have more than one chronic degenerative life condition and I pretty much don’t treat that one already, so newbie gets buckleys.
Instead, I have DIY healthcare. Bruises = blood, right? Blood leaking outof where it should be and therefore depleting the iron in the red blood system. So, more iron. I went and bought a bottle of iron supplement just in case it wasn’t only my feet leaking.
Stress free now. Seriously, I’ve made a conscious decision to not visit doctors at all any more. Chronic stuff can’t be cured and I can’t afford to waste money on it. I can tough it out, mostly.
Needless to say, I am absolutely dedicated to the health of my loved ones and I will throw twenties down a well in order to have their health looked after. I just don’t see the point of doing that for me.