My leg scars.

Over a decade ago I got horrible bronchitis. It fucked my already weak heart. Officially giving me heart disease. But we didn’t know that and I blew up in weight from water! Started plumping up like a stuffed holiday pig.

In between the incompetency of my doc not prescribing a slew of diuretics and the length of time he got me into do an echocardiogram, get it back, get it looked at, and get me scheduled to a cardiologist, my leg skin was splitting open and seeping water. The sores wouldn’t heal because they were constantly seeping.

From the first visit to my doc til I was walking into the cardiologist office, it took 3 months. 2 of those my legs were split open with water coming out of them. My cardio doc gave me a smorgasbord of diuretics. I had 3 different ones to take a day.

In 2 weeks, I lost 120lbs. It just melted off. It was so liberating too after all the shit I had been through. I was doing a long piss every 10 minutes for about 8 hours a day. Taking a giant horse pill of potassium and magnesium.

But it left horrible scars on my legs behind. I hate them. I don’t wear shorts in public because of them.