A very bad, no-good, horrible day

First a plumbing emergency, for which the guy from Ron the Sewer Rat just arrived.

Now the nurse at Park Nicollet is recommending that I go to the ER for a probable leg clot.

And somewhere in there, I really need to get to the Post Office.

Back from the hospital with a mostly clean bill of health

The ultrasound showed no evidence of a clot. I also don't have a broken knee; the doctor ordered an X ray that I thought was entirely superfluous, but wasn't going to argue too hard about. Apparently the swelling in my calf, and the scary purple line on the side of my foot, are all related to the fall I took a week ago when I landed on my knees, but mostly on my left knee. I can deal with it hurting, as long as I know there isn't anything that's going to get worse from my ignoring it.

Everything went very smoothly at the ER at Methodist Hospital. The only glitch was the 40-minute wait to be discharged. The whole thing took just under three hours.

This really wasn't the way I wanted to start using my new insurance provider, but it seems to have gone fairly smoothly.