I am not sure when the edema reappeared. Edema has been an ongoing problem for me since the end of last April. People with eating disorders can develop edema for a variety of reasons. There are various kinds of edema. You can look it up in a medical encyclopedia, or Google it, or check it out in Wikipedia. Actually, my photos of my ankles and calves that I posted on here last May come up on the top of Google. When I look on my stats, just about every day it appears that someone uses a search engine and finds my posts that I did last spring of my really bad edema. Anyway, maybe two days ago I took off my shoes and socks and there were these massive dents in my calves from my socks. People, if your usual socks are suddenly making wicked bad dents that’s a heads up that something is going on. Press your finger onto your ankle. Just press someplace where there’s some flesh. Then take your finger off. Is there a dent? Does the dent stay there? How deep is the dent? If there’s a dent that stays there, you’ve got edema.
Edema itself won’t hurt you. Edema is a sign of something else, something going on inside your body that isn’t right. Whatever is going on inside your body could be a number of things, a huge number of things ranging from minor to very serious requiring immediate medical attention.
If one side is a whole lot more swollen than the other, or if only one side is swollen, you’d better get medical attention right away. I have no medical qualifications whatsoever so keep this in mind while you are reading this. But if I had one huge ankle and one regular-sized ankle, I’d be pretty scared.
Okay, I’ve lost track of what I was going to say. This always happens to me. Okay. Blood pressure. Very simple. It takes like two seconds to have your blood pressure checked. This is a big part of it.
I have talked to people with eating disorders who have had edema. I don’t know of anyone whose doctor has prescribed diuretics for them. It’s just not done for people with eating disorders. I think it has to do with electrolytes. I’m not sure.
My doctor told me the edema would go away. Like heck it went away.
I tried starving it out of myself. It worked. Well, it didn’t.
You know, I have heard people say, “I want to be skinny. I wish I were skinny just like an anorexic.” You know, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Your hair. Your bones. Your heart. Think again.
Last night, after my shower, I noticed that my skin around my ankles had stretched so much that it had broken out into sores. I remembered that my doctor had told me to put lotion on my ankles to prevent infection. I have some decent lotion that I put on last night and this morning.
This is rather depressing.
You know, sometimes I wake up in the morning, and the edema is just plain gone. I mean, gone. Maybe tomorrow, my 54th birthday, it’ll happen. My legs and ankles are smooth and sleek and skinny and anorexic. My feet are my own feet again. I slip on my socks and wiggle my toes and put my feet into my shoes. I am a wild gazelle and I am going to fly tomorrow wherever my heart takes me.