The possibility of death focuses the mind. The morning of December 16, I was in a Denver hotel room and my left leg was purple from hip to toe. I immediately thought “blood clots.” Then of course thought that this shouldn’t be happening to me, because I had my act together and was wonderfully healthy, and specialized in telling other people what to do in my columns.
The pain while slowly loading the car dissuaded me from driving straight back to Laramie and I did the sensible thing, driving to a hospital in Denver. After two ultrasounds, a CT scan with warm iodine contrast pushed into my blood, and other tests, I was released with a blood thinner, and with a diagnosis of deep vein thrombosis (DVT) and pulmonary embolisms (PE), blood clots in six veins in my left leg and blood clots in my lungs.