i turned 30 this year. he died at 28. it’s so fucked. it’s so fucked!!!
he’s my big brother. how am i older than my big brother
anyway. the symptoms of a blood clot are variable but usually present as lower leg pain and swelling. it can be diagnonsed by a blood test and ECG. if you go to the hospital and they send you home but symptoms persist, go back. it can be treated. my brother’s blood clot travelled from his leg to his lungs and killed him a couple of days after the hospital sent him home with no tests.
of all my posts to get notes i’m not mad it’s this one but if i’d known i would have been more thorough.
blood clots are more likely if you spend a lot of time sitting down, like during a flight or a road trip. get up and move around every now and then.
leg pain is a big indicator, but so is shortness of breath or a lot of coughing. shortness of breath + sudden leg pain/swelling is cause for concern
the blood test they usually use to diagnose blood clots is called a D-Dimer. in most cases this is adequate but it’s not perfect. sometimes an ultrasound can be used to diagnose clots the D-dimer misses.
this is an uncommon issue, especially for anyone who is reasonably active. i didn’t mean to scare anyone, but the lack of awareness about blood clots is honestly insane to me. please listen to your body and trust yourself if you feel like something is wrong. if anyone in my family had known about this then we wouldn’t have let my brother leave the hospital.
i don’t think there’s anything funnier than saying “god forbid women do anything” in response to women doing the most objectively horrifying actions possible.
the original tweet got deleted but i promise you this was really funny
in law school, my mom took me to this stress retreat because my family was vaguely aware i was a suicide risk. and they didnt allow phones, so i brought this huge bag of books. and one of the options for “destressing” was this fake cave grotto thing, where they’d decorated a room to make it look exactly like an underground cave and the air was like -10 degrees, but there was a like 4ft deep pool in the middle that was kept super super hot, so you would just switch between the hot and cold. and they would bring you an endless supply of this weird syrupy drink thing that was like super caffeinated and tasted like sugar and mint. and so i spent multiple days sitting half submerged in this fake grotto drinking mystery liquid and reading. and i have to be honest i really did feel less stressed