Monday afternoon as the kids and I were leaving Miss Optimism’s doctor’s office, one of them asked me why my hands were blue. I looked down and sure enough, my hands were blue. I tried holding them higher and lower, tried warming them and they remained blue. At some point after the busyness of getting home and getting dishes done and supper made and kids fed, the blue hands disappeared and I didn’t give it another thought. Until…
Last night, I was sitting at the kitchen table visiting with my mom and The Husband when I looked down and saw that my hands were blue again. I also had had a dizzy spell on Friday and one again yesterday and have been feeling much more tired than usual which I mentioned when they asked me how I had been feeling.
The Husband ‘googled’ “blue hands” and what came up was a scary page that said that if you experienced blue hands along with other symptoms such as fatigue, fainting, or dizziness that you should call 911. So my mom drove me to the clinic. On the way there, I was thinking, “I don’t have time to be dying. I don’t even have time to take the evening off to go to the clinic. I have so much to do.”
We got there and waited a long time and alarmed one of the nurses after she saw my hands. She ushered me to a bed, made me lie down and went to tell one of the other nurses about my condition. The nurse laughed, said to her, “I’ve seen this a few times”, and came into my room with an alcohol wipe, asking me to turn over my hand. She gave my hand a wipe, turned the swap over and sure enough, it was blue! Then she said, “it’s from your jeans.” Everyone laughed at me and I’m not too cool to laugh at myself!
So I’m not dying. I’m just a Smurf!