Engaging Introduction
Let me tell you about the morning I looked down and didn’t recognize my own ankle.
I had flown across the country the day before—a cramped, six-hour flight where I barely moved. When I woke up, my left ankle was puffy. Not painful, just… swollen. Like it had been filled with air. I shrugged it off. Probably from the flight. Probably fine.
Three days later, the swelling hadn’t gone down. If anything, it was worse. My shoe felt tight. My sock left an indentation. I finally called my doctor, feeling silly about “wasting her time” with a puffy ankle.
She didn’t think I was silly. She asked about my travel history, my medical history, and a list of other symptoms I hadn’t connected: shortness of breath? Fatigue? Chest discomfort?
I had been tired, yes. But I thought that was just life.
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