Back from the ER, all is well--my Murder Leg was swollen and I had pain in the back of the knee, site of the original DVT. With my history this is nothing to fuck about with so I went to the ER (a panic attack may have ensued, I admit nothing however) and got some good news, which is that there are no new clots. As a matter of fact, the site that had been stubbornly refusing to resolve is actually looking better than it did in March so that's good. They have no idea what caused the swelling, though, but as long as I'm not about to throw a clot into my lungs again it can go ahead and be swollen for all of me.
Went over to reassure my son that I'm not gonna die just yet and while I was there my phone got a major thunderstorm warning--quarter sized hail, 60mph winds, torrential rain, severe lightning strikes, the lot--for the area where DIL and the kids are camping this week. Tried to call her, going to voicemail. The Google map of the affected area has moved north of their location but I'm still a little concerned since they're tent camping.
Universe needs to step back off my dick somewhat and I really need a nap but can't seem to get my brain to cooperate.
*snorts xanax* 