It’s been a year since I found out I had blood clots in my leg.

What an adventure that day was. My doctor called me late Friday night to urge me to go to the ER, and I didn’t get there until past 10:00. I was admitted right before the ultrasound specialist left for the day (phew). The ER doctor told me I had two clots at midnight and I was home by 1:40 am. Four hours seems fast for an ER visit, now that I think about it!

But still, phew.

I could recap the whole post-ER healthcare nightmare/adventure, but that’s not why I’m writing this.

Why am I writing this?

Because dates stick in my head, and I’ve been thinking about this “anniversary” coming up for a while and wanted to acknowledge it. So here we are. It’s been a year.

It would be great if I could write that that night made me want to change my lifestyle for the better and I started right then, but I sure didn’t. I was in a bit of shock and completely overwhelmed with the healthcare system and didn’t make any health changes until this calendar year. And those have all been slow and gradual, to keep them sustainable.

And those health changes don’t affect APS (Antiphospholipid Syndrome) anyway. I could be my healthiest self and my body’s immune system would still be creating those abnormal antibodies that increase the risk for clots. Traitor! But anyway.

I will forever be grateful to my PCP for listening to me at my appointment that Friday morning and ordering blood tests, and looking at them that night and calling me. She may have saved my life.

I will also forever wonder if I already had APS and COVID-19 revealed it, or if my body’s response to having COVID-19 was to make APS occur. I don’t spend a lot of time wondering about this, but the thought will never go away.

And actually, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about this at all anymore, which is great. It’s slipped into the background. I take my daily blood thinners and go to my appointments and do my best to take care of myself. I could go into robot mode and eat the exact same thing each day to keep my INR (how fast my blood clots) in exact range but, eh. I don’t want to. So I will just keep doing the best I can!

And maybe in a year I won’t even think about it on September 2nd!