A little over a year ago, I was on a walk with Susie along the Rio Grande river in Alamo, Texas when I felt a slight twinge in the calf of my right leg.
I thought I had hurt it somehow and as the twinge eventually became a pain, I did alittle self diagnosis and determined it was a pulled muscle. It did not get any better over the spring and summer so by early fall, I went to the chiropractor to see what was wrong and get some sort of exercises to make it better. This visit, of course, led to some open heart surgery, three months of rehab and a winter in Indiana.
The leg still hurts so tomorrow I am going to undergo another surgical procedure to hopefully clean up some veins in my leg that are plugged up. This is apparently the problem and has been all along. I debated about having it done because it is not a pain that I can’t live with but all the medical people I talk to keep bringing up the ‘quality of life’ issue.
I actually think my quality of life is pretty good but who am I to argue with these people? Incidentally, this is not the first time that quality of life business has come up. When I had prostate cancer some 18 years ago, that phrase was also tossed around like M & M’s by two different doctors. One said my QofL was going to suffer and the other said just the opposite.
Enough of this.