The better part of my childhood was spent cross-legged. I’d sit with my legs crossed during bus rides and in front of the computer during my “hey, ma, look: I’m a web designer!” years. More often than not, I’d find one of my legs tucked comfortably underneath me.
When I began my plight into the working world, I encountered this strange ping, pang feeling in my legs. It felt as if something was dancing inside my veins, swimming throughout my legs. Due to a lack of health insurance after university, I was unable to visit a doctor to begin to decipher this feeling without swallowing an obscenely large medical expense. Instead, the Internet became my resource and I tried several home remedies to relieve the tension in my legs. Not to get political, but thanks be to Obama on behalf of everyone now under 26 years old who graduates college without any perspective health insurance: consider yourself lucky.
When I finally found my first “big girl job,” health insurance became my new best friend. After several trips to a local doctor, it was determined that I was a victim of the big, bad Varicose Vein (rrrrroar!). Generally, this is something that mostly concerns elderly patients, but can occur in young adults depending on the beauty of their circulation past. So, kids, if this note isn’t enough to convince you: do not sit cross-legged even if it is the most comfortable feeling in the world. (Ooh, I miss it.)
Prior to my treatment, I spent a considerable amount of time researching forums and web sites online to mentally prepare myself. However, much to my dismay, little-to-no real life experiences were shared. Many of my friends and coworkers seemed genuinely curious after my treatment since they themselves were secretly suffering similar symptoms as I did (which they felt comfortable enough to share after realizing that it was indeed a problem), so if you’re in a similar boat, this one’s for you. If not, I’ll be a considerate person and spare you with being rudely confronted with the details.
Proceed with caution: this is not a particularly glamorous story nor my proudest moment.