About a month ago now, I had a weird pain in my leg that felt like a pulled muscle, but I hadn’t done anything I could think of that would have caused it. It came and went for a couple of weeks and when it got to a point where it didn’t go away anymore, I went to see my doc (after my SO bullied me into staying home from work to do so) figuring that the varicose veins my parents kindly passed along to me had started giving me trouble.

The doc sent me for some tests and by 8pm that day (on about an hour’s notice and after many frantic phone calls to friends, family, vet and petsitter) I was in the hospital, being poked and prodded by a cast of thousands, sent for all kinds of scans (when they holler ‘STAT’, you know it’s not good), and finally hooked up to a really annoying, high-tech IV pump thinggie full of wonder drugs, under strict orders NOT to get out of bed.

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