All of you are very kind. The humour (spelling it the British way, since I just finished reading a Dickens novel), is a way to express my anger without making folks scared. I am 6' 300 pounds, quick witted (wait my wife would say dumb witted), and it intimidates folks.

I had an MRI with, without contrast...that was in August...NADA...but perhaps should do another. My contrast MRI had the neurologist freaked since he saw what he thought was another clot in my groin. Turns out that that was a vestige of my first, but they did not figure that out until I did a CAT. The MRI...I just hate that freaking tube!! I am a BIG guy...so think about John Holmes dating Olga Korbut ( I like the retro stuff, what can I say), and you get the idea. I can do open MRI, but everyone tells me it is not as accurate.

I have thought about the compression stuff quite a bit, as I search through the net trying for self diagnosis. My weight certainly can add to that. At the beginning of all this, I thought I had ALS. I setup microphones in my house, so that everything sounded like Gehrig's today I consider myself the luckiest man alive speech. That is a terrifying disorder, and my heart really goes out to all who have it. Their families as well.

But re compression etc....it would be odd for my arms and hands, and sometimes head to get burning with compression, no? Unless I have some sort of cerebral lesion. I have had absoutely NO loss of strength however, and all other neurological tests intact. So that was ruled out. That is why I keep thinking microcirculation.

I also had Japanese Accupuncture and medical message (no happy ending) done. All to no avail.

But funny you should mention neurochiro. I live in Westchester county, and one was recommended to me in Yorktown. His name is John Foley. Mel, don't know if you ever heard of him....I am just scared of these guys making things worse with their manipulation.


Re Mrs. D....no Dyes...just ultrasound then ABI tests extensively. Dopplers for reflux etc when they thought it could be post thrombotic. They gave me a compression stocking. So, I start getting ****** at that, and go to Dr. Jeff Olin, the King of Vascular diseases. Besides telling me he admires my glass (do you think he wanted a date?), he tells me I dont even need that. Then he tells me I am fat. Gee, you think? They teach you that in medical school tough guy? I have two Master's degrees, am an IT exec on the Street, and he tells me I am fat. I can hardly wait to get one of those new inventions...er what do you call them, a mirror?


Thanks to everyone for their help,

Mark