Goodbye, Varicose Veins!

I gained almost 80 pounds with my fourth bundle of joy. I had gained between 70 and 75 pounds with each of the first three. I became the human rubber band. 

With the finale baby, however, I got more than a bundle of joy at the end. I had a pregnancy souvenir known as varicose veins.

I remembered that my own mother had always worn slacks or long skirts, never shorts. I apparently come from a long line of vein exploders. 

I followed suit and stocked my closet with slacks and long skirts. Fearing that a full body wetsuit at the pool would bring great shame to my children, I opted for the oh, so fashionable sarong. 

If someone was cursed lucky enough to catch a glimpse of my leg, they would say, "OH, NO! What happened to your leg?" or the under 5 crowd would exclaim, "Is there a snake in your leg?"

When my moffice-mate, Jill, heard about my snake leg, she interrogated me about why, for the love of chocolate, had I not had them removed? 

I gave her my best arguments. I am a big ole scaredy cat of going to the doctor. (Remember the mammogram mafia?) It would cost me an arm and a leg (get it? a leg?). She played her trump card. Her husband happens to be a doctor and happens to do this exact procedure. She plotted an ambush and her husband shot down answered all of my questions.

Dr. Youse had me on the schedule before I could say "I am just too busy ironing my slacks."

Here is the process as it played out on my iphone. To distract myself, I took pictures and texted my pals updates. 

Text #1: Would it be wrong if I trim my toenails while I wait?

Text #2: Look! An IV of vodka!

Text #3: They gave me an Ativan. I don't think it's working.

Text #4: Get a good look at that beast because it is on it's way out!

Text #5: Jeremy (I mean "Dr. Youse") is using a sharpie on my leg. I'm getting the giggles and battling the urge to shout "Dr. Youse is in the house!"

Text #6: I think the Ativan is working.

Text #7: He is removing my veins and I am feeling groovy.

Text #8: They are so nice! I even got a hawt new pair of tights! 

Text #9: This is going to build up my street cred, huh?

JUST LOOK AT ME NOW!

TEXT #10: I'm showing my legs for the first time since "Friends" was a hit show.

Do not let the name of this procedure - Microstab Phlebectomy- scare you. The only regret that I have is that I did not do it sooner. For Christmas, I have asked for shorts.

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