Let me tell you about the morning I noticed a blue line on my leg that had never been there before.
I was getting dressed, half-asleep, when something on my upper thigh caught my eye. A thin, blue vein. I’d never seen it before. It wasn’t raised. It didn’t hurt. It was just… there. And for the next hour, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Had it always been there? Was I just noticing it now? Was this the first sign of something bad?
I did what any rational person does at 7 AM on a Tuesday: I panicked quietly and spent my entire commute googling “new veins on leg.”
By the time I got to work, I had convinced myself I had deep vein thrombosis, chronic venous insufficiency, and possibly a rare vascular disorder I couldn’t pronounce. The search results were a terrifying mix of “completely harmless”
