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The Day I Almost Died…and Probably Did a Little, Actually

I was going into my 4th month of pregnancy with my 4th child. An omen? Possibly. We were in the midst of a record-breaking heat spell in August 2007, and due to an ankle injury, I had been on bed rest for about a week. 1,186 more words

A small story about a massive pulmonary embolism

2 September 2013.

I have not been outside in over a week.

Limited variety has been provided when I have shuffled from place to place and room to room, as various people prodded me, jagged me, scanned me and judged me, but moving around a building does not stop claustrophobia setting in. 2,562 more words

Testicular Cancer

How Travel Almost Killed Me: What All Women Should Know About Flying and The Pill

The words I am about to write have been bouncing between the walls of my skull for the past year. They never rest, though they do get quiet during periods of no travel or when I’m alone. 2,709 more words

Travel

Embolism, you're a little bitch.

My purse rattles with so many drugs as I reach in and pull them out, adding to the growing pharmacy on our dresser.  A flow chart maps out which drugs are given when, what can’t be given with what, what requires water and food, what will make him nauseous, what will make him not nauseous…  I look over and he is asleep again, next to him is his incentive spectrometer, which is supposed to incentivize him to breath deeply into his lungs.   731 more words

Living In The Northwest

Week 4: 85% of Air Travel DVT Victims are Athletes.

On Thursday nights (work permitting!) we try to make it to Central Park for our weekly running class with New York Road Runners. It’s intense and often reminds me of high school track—lots of drills and exercises, always pushing us to our max. 609 more words

Deep Vein Thrombosis

It's All About Perspective

Third Annual Clottiversary

It’s easy to complain about life, because shit can get hard sometimes. It’s like, man, my love life is in shambles because dating mustachioed cyborgs isn’t that rewarding and I owe back taxes for 400 years and I have this wedgie that I cannot pick out for the life of me; literally, it’s like it’s glued in or something. 354 more words

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