When I walked to the mailbox (at 2:30), I sensed that there was something wrong with my legs. I looked down and was surprised to see that my legs and ankles are swollen. Simultaneous with that observation, the word “edema” came to mind. Yes, I’ve been “health-conscious” half my lifetime but I don’t remember learning about edema. I give God the glory because He put the word in my mind. I quickly went to the computer and did a Google search. OMG, the causes are scary!! I went from website to website reading about edema. I may be wrong but I think my answer is in the first paragraph of this article.
Fluid buildup (edema): It happens when the tissues or blood vessels in your legs hold more fluid than they should. This can happen if you simply spend a long day on your feet or sit for too long. But it may also be a sign that you’re overweight or don’t get enough exercise, or of more serious medical conditions.
Lately (as I have confessed in earlier blog messages), I’ve been sitting at the computer for ten to fourteen hours a day. I’d only move (occasionally) to prepare a second mug of coffee or second or third glass of iced tea. Truthfully, sometimes three days would pass before I’d walk to the mailbox. I seldom spent any time in the yard. I haven’t gotten enough exercise!!
Alarm bells are ringing and I am listening.
P.S. I walked in a circle around the RV Park but I felt compelled to get back to the air-conditioned trailer. The thermometer says 91 degrees (at 4:00) but the humidity makes it “feel like” 100 degrees. I used my brain and took my “walking stick” and had to rely on it a couple of times. The “walking stick” was purchased at a street Fair in Winter Harbor, Maine. I was driving toward Acadia National Park (2010) and saw the sign (on the highway) indicating Winter Harbor was having their Lobster Festival. I made the detour and had a marvelous day browsing the vendors, eating a “fundraiser” breakfast and lunch in the civic center. At five PM, I watched the hometown individuals in an old-fashioned hometown parade. A local couple put their lawn chairs near mine (watching the parade) and plied me with questions. (Obviously, I was recognized as a visitor.) “Where are you spending the night?” Answer: “I’ll just continue driving until I get to a Walmart.” I was invited to spend the night in their driveway. The next day the man showed me his boat and his lobster traps, and we shared more conversation. ~~ My travels—in 2010—through the New England states, and Canada, were inspiring!! I’m still in contact with a lady I met in Exeter, New Hampshire. (Thanks, Deb!!) 🙂