I get to eat lots of meat.
The blood test came back and the nurse who called me today said my hemoglobin was at 6.5. That's pretty anemic. Anything under a 6 would have qualified for a transfusion and that count was taken FIVE days after I was feeling my worst, eight after my first symptoms.The idea that I might have been on the brink of death has scared the bejesus out of me and all I can think to do is find ways to ingest iron (vitamins, eat meat), get out my feelings (cry, write), and find ways to deflect my thinking (Netflix). I also sent Fat Tony out to get some Prilosec.
They recommended I get my gastrointestinal system checked out and I am actively procrastinating on that task.
Note to all you well-intentioned advice givers, including my future self: Telling others, "You have to relax," doesn't actually make that person relax. In fact, it does the opposite.
This is all leading somewhere good, right?
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